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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)

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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 NURSING OF TRUE LOVE.

ANSWER TO A LADY'S VERSES ON “TO-MORROW.”

ORIGIN OF A PEN.

EPITAPH ON MISS SPENCER,

TO THE MARCHIONESS OF DOUGLAS AND CLYDESDALE.

PROLOGUE TO “THE GRAVE:”

TO A BUTTERFLY,

PROLOGUE TO THE WYNSTAY MASQUERADE,

SYBILLINE VERSES,

INVITATION TO KENSINGTON GARDENS.

LOVE OUT OF PLACE.

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

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.

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.

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TO ---.

Fancy exalts or joys or woes—
Beware!—she smil'd when thou wert born—
If with new bloom she paints the rose,
With what new pangs she barbs the thorn!

The child of fancy finds too soon
No twilight calms his varying sky:
All is extreme, each ray is noon,
Each cloud is midnight to his eye!