University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Poems by the late Hon. William R. Spencer

A New Edition with Corrections and Additions; To Which is Prefixed A Biographical Memoir by the Editor
Spencer, William Robert (1769-1834)

collapse section
[section]
collapse section
POEMS.
 
DEDICATION TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY.
 
[Ere yet with manhood's vain desire]
 
THE YEAR OF SORROW.
 
CHORUS FROM THE IPHIGENIA IN AULIS OF EURIPIDES. WRITTEN AT HARROW SCHOOL, IN THE YEAR 1784.
 
EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS HARRIET JENISON, MAID OF HONOUR TO LOUISA, LANDGRAVINE OF HESSE DARMSTADT.
 
THE BLUSH.
 
THE VISIONARY.
 
THE NURSING OF TRUE LOVE.
 
ANSWER TO A LADY'S VERSES ON “TO-MORROW.”
 
ORIGIN OF A PEN.
 
EPITAPH ON MISS SPENCER,
 
BETH GÊLERT,
 
TO THE MARCHIONESS OF DOUGLAS AND CLYDESDALE.
 
PROLOGUE TO “THE GRAVE:”
 
TO A BUTTERFLY,
 
PROLOGUE TO THE WYNSTAY MASQUERADE,
 
SONG.
 
TO MISS ---.
 
SYBILLINE VERSES,
 
INVITATION TO KENSINGTON GARDENS.
 
LOVE OUT OF PLACE.
 
TO ---.
 
TO GEORGE R. CHINNERY, ESQ.
 
THE EMIGRANT'S GRAVE.
 
TO THE HON. MISS CREWE (NOW MRS. CUNLIFFE),
 
GOOD-BYE, AND HOW-D'YE-DO.
 
TO MY GRAMMATICAL NIECE.
 
TO A YOUNG POETESS.
 
TO THE VISCOUNTESS HINCHINBROOK,
 
SONG FROM THE COMEDY OF URANIA.
 
SONG FROM THE SAME.
 
WRITTEN IN A GARDEN.
 
EPITAPH UPON THE YEAR 1806.
 
TO THE LADY ANNE HAMILTON.
 
THANKS TO A LADY
 
TO LADY ---.
 
ON A DYING BAY-TREE.
 
OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE TO LE TEXIER'S PROVERBS.
 
CHRISTMAS CAROL.
 
ON THE SOUNDS PRODUCED BY THE WIND PASSING OVER THE STRINGS OF A PEDAL HARP IN A GARDEN.
 
PARTING SONG.
 
ON READING MILTON WITH A YOUNG LADY.
 
TO ---.
 
ON A LADY'S BIRTHDAY,
 
ADDRESSED TO LADY SUSAN FINCASTLE,
 
FROM SISTER DOLLY IN CASCADIA, TO SISTER TANNY IN SNOWDONIA.
 
TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ. DECEMBER, 1808.
 
TO MRS. SPENCER,
 
TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD DONEY,
 
TO SPENCER CAMERON,
 
LINES SENT TO MRS. HANS SOTHEBY, WITH A CAWDLE-CUP.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Poems by the late Hon. William R. Spencer
next section
186

TO THE VISCOUNTESS HINCHINBROOK,

(LATELY MARRIED.)

One smile on poor Friendship bestow!
E'en Hymen that smile must approve,
Since Friendship, though turn'd away now,
Was a steward most faithful to Love!
If your heart without culture or toil,
Now fertile in happiness prove,
'Twas Friendship first garden'd the soil
For the Paradise-harvest of Love!
Shall the earth, 'mid the roses of June,
May's virginal violets scorn?
Shall the sky, 'mid the splendours of noon,
Forget the sweet blushes of morn?
Oh! where were the roses of June
Had not May put the winter to flight?
And where were the splendours of noon
If morn had not banish'd the night?
187

If Love, like the noon's summer sun,
A glow more ecstatic impart;
Yet Friendship, ere rapture begun,
Was the May and the Morn of the heart!
Though Friendship her balm may refuse,
When with manhood's strong passions we rage;
Yet she blest us in youth, and renews
All her blessings to cheer us in age!
So day, with her bright banners furl'd,
As she sinks in the westerly wave,
Sees the dew which her cradle impearl'd
Return to bespangle her grave!
previous section Poems by the late Hon. William R. Spencer
next section