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The poetical works of John Nicholson

... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird

Nicholson, John (1790-1843)

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POEMS.

AIREDALE IN ANCIENT TIMES.

GENIUS AND INTEMPERANCE.

THE DRUNKARD'S RETRIBUTION.

THE FALL OF BELSHAZZAR.

Lyrical and Descriptive Poems.

LINES ON AN OLD OAK TREE,

ON VISITING A WORKHOUSE.

THE MALT-KILN FIRE.

THE SNOWDROP.

A PLACE OF RURAL RETIREMENT.

Moral and Religious Poems.

ALAS! WHERE ARE THEY?

THE CONSECRATION OF ST PAUL'S CHURCH, SHIPLEY.

ON THE NEW CHURCH AT WILSDEN.

RETURN OF THE SWALLOW.

ASCENT OF MR GREEN'S BALLOON,

MAN'S LIFE.

A NIGHT SCENE.

PSALM XVIII. PARAPHRASED

PSALM CXIV. PARAPHRASED.

PSALM CXLVIII. PARAPHRASED.

I WILL LOVE THEE, MARY!

MARY, I WILL THINK OF YOU.

ODE TO LAURA.

TRUE AFFECTION.

THE DESERTED MAID.

A CALM SUMMER'S NIGHT.

A FRAGMENT.

Miscellaneous Poems.

THE COMMERCE OF BRADFORD.

LOW MOOR IRON WORKS.

APPEAL OF THE SPANISH REFUGEES.

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON.

LINES SPOKEN AT THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING AT LEEDS, TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF BURNS, 1826.

ON THE DEATH OF THE POET'S CHILD IN LONDON.

ON RETURNING FROM LONDON.

WAKENING OF THE POET'S HARP.

FROM A MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER IN LONDON.

LINES WRITTEN IN SICKNESS.

IMPROMPTU.

IMPROMPTU ON A LANDLORD.

LINES TO A FRIEND.

LINES ON “LONG TOM,” BRAMHAM PARK.

WRITTEN AT TONG HALL,

ON THE DEATH OF LADY RICKITTS.

THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

THE MUSE.

MELPOMENE.

DIRGE.

SONG. (WRITTEN FOR A WOUNDED SEAMAN, WHO FOUGHT AT THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR.)

THE STORM.

MUSICAL FESTIVAL AT YORK, 1825.

ENGLAND'S LAMENT FOR THE LOSS OF HER CONSTITUTION.

OWEN'S NEW MORAL WORLD.

ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS COOPER, ESQ.,

ON A YOUNG LADY, DROWNED IN THE STRID.

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Though greatest bards have sung most earthly things,
And scarcely left me room to touch the strings,
Yet humbly would I from the crowd retire,
And strike, though feebly, the responsive lyre.
By Nature's hand, O, may my harp be strung,
While I attempt the Vale that ne'er was sung!
Spirit of Ancient Times! my genius turn
To scenes long past—and make my fancy burn!
Genius of History! Learning's loveliest maid,
Around me let thy mantle be displayed;—
Let all thy powers together be combined,
My soul t' illumine, and support my mind!