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Poems by Bernard Barton

Fourth Edition, with Additions

Barton, Bernard (1784-1849)

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INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK

[There is a fame which owes its spell]

VERSES,

THE VALLEY OF FERN.

STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF LIEUT. P---, OF THE R. A.

TO The Memory OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD, ESQ.

VERSES,

STANZAS, TO M. P.

AUTUMN,

VERSES, WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF Tighe's Psyche.

STANZAS, Selected from the PAINS OF MEMORY.

STANZAS ON THE Death of Sir Samuel Romilly.

VERSES TO AN INFANT.

TO The Memory OF H--- M---.

STANZAS ON THE Death of a Child.

STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY.

HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL.

VERSES To the Memory of SARAH CANDLER.

SILENT WORSHIP.

VERSES To the Memory of MARY FLETCHER.

TO LYDIA.

MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD.

TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH;

VERSES To the Memory of P. Burgess,

STANZAS TO HELEN M--- M---.

FANCY AND IMAGINATION.

“THE HEAVEN WAS CLOUDLESS.”

STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

SLEEP.

STANZAS TO WILLIAM ROSCOE, ESQ.

A DREAM.

STANZAS

TO A FATHER, On the Death of his only Child,

VERSES

TO MARY,

SONNET, TO CHARLOTTE M---.

“ALL IS VANITY.”

TO A FRIEND,

THE SOLITARY TOMB.

SONNET TO A FRIEND, ON HIS SECOND MARRIAGE.

VERSES,

“THOU ART GONE TO THE LAND OF THE LEAL.”

LINES TO HANNAH AND PHŒBE.

THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE .

“WHO THAT HAS SEEN THE SPEAKING EYE.”

WRITTEN ON A STORMY EVENING.

THE DESERTED MANSION.

ON THE SAME.

THE DYING AMAZON.

A WINTER EVENING DITTY,

STANZAS.

ON The Death of Samuel Alexander,

HYMN.

CONCLUDING VERSES,

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STANZAS.

There's splendour in the eye's bright beam,
With youth and pleasure glancing,
And in the ripple of the stream
In morning's sunshine dancing.

But quench'd too soon that eye's clear ray
In the passing clouds of sorrow;
And the stream that rippled yesterday,
May be dark and dry to-morrow.

Oh! for a happier state than this
Which cloud can darken never;
The brightness of whose perfect bliss
But dawns to shine for ever.