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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]

THE VALLEY OF FERN.

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

TO The Memory OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD, ESQ.

STANZAS, TO M. P.

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.

MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD.

VERSES TO A FRIEND,

STANZAS TO A FRIEND.

TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH;

TO THE GALLIC EAGLE.

VERSES To the Memory of P. Burgess,

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

FANCY AND IMAGINATION.

“THE HEAVEN WAS CLOUDLESS.”

WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT.

STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

STANZAS TO WILLIAM ROSCOE, ESQ.

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

SONNET, TO CHARLOTTE M---.

“ALL IS VANITY.”

THE SOLITARY TOMB.

SONNET TO A FRIEND, ON HIS SECOND MARRIAGE.

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

SONNET TO A FRIEND.

SONNET TO W--- P---.

LINES TO HANNAH AND PHŒBE.

THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE .

VERSES TO --- ---,

THE QUAKER POET:

“WHO THAT HAS SEEN THE SPEAKING EYE.”

WRITTEN ON A STORMY EVENING.

SEA-SIDE THOUGHTS.

THE WITHER'D LEAF.

TO MY DAUGHTER,

A SONG OF PRAISE.

TO THE LAURUSTINUS.

THE DESERTED MANSION.

THE DYING AMAZON.

A WINTER EVENING DITTY,

TO THE SKY-LARK.

THE CYPRESS TREE.

A CHRISTIAN'S DIRGE.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

KINGLEY BOTTOM,

ON The Death of Samuel Alexander,

CONCLUDING VERSES,

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LINES TO HANNAH AND PHŒBE.

I have known you so long, and have lov'd you so well,
It is fit that one page of our friendship should tell;
For experience has made it as firm and as fond,
On my part, at least, as a brotherly bond;
And on yours, I should hope, some such feelings are known
Towards me, as affectionate sisters might own.
Ought it not to be thus? Oh! most surely it should;
For through pain, and through pleasure; through evil and good;
Or what the world call such, I think I may say
We have mutually strove to make smoother the way;
In moments of sunshine, that sunshine to share,
And in days overclouded, the darkness to bear:—
May we still do the same; and increasingly feel
That joy genuine friendship alone can reveal:
And gratefully own, while it doubles our bliss,
Its influence extends even further than this;
For, in seasons of grief, it is equally true,
By dividing our sorrows it lessens them too.