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The Poetical Works of Caroline Bowles Southey

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Southey, Caroline Bowles (1786-1854)

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THE BIRTHDAY.
 1. 
PART THE FIRST.
 2. 
PART THE SECOND.
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PART THE THIRD.
  
THE LEGEND OF SANTAREM.
  
THE PAUPER'S DEATHBED.
  
SONNET.—1818.
  
CONTE A MON CHIEN.
  
“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY IS THE EVIL THEREOF.”
  
FAREWELL TO MY FRIENDS.
  
TO A DYING INFANT.
  
MY OLD DOG AND I.
  
RANGER'S GRAVE.
  
THE MARINER'S HYMN.
  
SONNET,
  
THE BROKEN BRIDGE.
  
SONNET.
  
THE LADYE'S BRYDALLE.
  
TO MY BIRDIE.
  
TO MY OLD CANARY.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY.
  
SONNET.
  
THERE IS A TONGUE IN EVERY LEAF.
  
ON THE NEAR PROSPECT OF LEAVING HOME.—1818.
  
AUTUMN FLOWERS.
  
TO DEATH.
  
ONCE UPON A TIME.
  
THAT'S WHAT WE ARE.
  
DEPARTURE.
  
THE CHILD'S UNBELIEF.
  
THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT.
  
THE WARNING.
  
THE THREE FRIENDS.
  
MY GARDEN.
  
THE YOUNG GREY HEAD.
  
LITTLE LEONARD'S “GOOD-NIGHT.”
  
“HOW SWIFT IS A GLANCE OF THE MIND!”
  
ON THE REMOVAL OF SOME FAMILY PORTRAITS.
  
SONNET.—1818.
  
WILD FLOWERS.
  
TO LITTLE MARY.
  
SONNET.—1821.
  
THE LEGEND OF THE LIDO.
  
THE RIVER.
  
SUNDAY EVENING.
  
THE CHURCHYARD.
  
TO THE SWEET-SCENTED CYCLAMEN.
  
THE WELCOME HOME.—1820.
  
THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
  
WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN?
  
THE LANDING OF THE PRIMROSE.
  
THE DYING MOTHER TO HER INFANT.
  
THE LAST JOURNEY.
  
THE SPELL OF MUSIC.
  
TOO LATE.
  
THE EVENING WALK.
  
“'TIS HARD TO DIE IN SPRING.”
  
LAMENT FOR LILIAS.
  
THE NIGHT-SMELLING STOCK.
  
PAST AND PRESENT.
  
THE WINTRY MAY.—1837.
  
I WEEP, BUT NOT REBELLIOUS TEARS.
  
“IT IS NOT DEATH.”
  
ABJURATION.
  
ONCE UPON A TIME.
  
“I NEVER CAST A FLOWER AWAY.”
  
A FAIR PLACE AND PLEASANT.
  
MY EVENING.
  
THE PRIMROSE.
  
ARCHBISHOP GERSON.

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THE MARINER'S HYMN.

Launch thy bark, Mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder-bands—
Good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily,
Tempests will come;
Steer thy course steadily,
Christian, steer home!
Look to the weather-bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall the plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.
Reef in the foresail, there!
Hold the helm fast!
So—let the vessel wear—
There swept the blast.
“What of the night, watchman?
What of the night?”
“Cloudy—all quiet—
No land yet—all's right!”
Be wakeful, be vigilant—
Danger may be
At an hour when all seemeth
Securest to thee.
How! gains the leak so fast?
Clear out the hold—
Hoist up thy merchandise,
Heave out thy gold;—
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There—let the ingots go—
Now the ship rights;
Hurrah! the harbour's near—
Lo, the red lights!
Slacken not sail yet
At inlet or island;
Straight for the beacon steer,
Straight for the high land;
Crowd all thy canvass on,
Cut through the foam—
Christian! cast anchor now—
Heaven is thy home!
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