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The Poetical Works of Reginald Heber

Heber, Reginald (1783-1826)

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

TO LIEUTENANT-GENERAL SIR ROWLAND HILL, K.B.

LINES SPOKEN IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, ON LORD GRENVILLE'S INSTALLATION AS CHANCELLOR.

EPITAPH ON A YOUNG NAVAL OFFICER,

FRAGMENT ON ALCHEMY.

IMITATION OF A SONG,

HONOUR ITS OWN REWARD.

TRANSLATION OF A FRAGMENT OF A DANISH SONG.

TRANSLATION OF AN INSCRIPTION ON A MONUMENT,

VERSIFICATION OF THE SPEECH OF GEOORGIN TO BEYUN, (FROM THE SHAH NAMEH.)

FROM THE MOALLAKAH OF HARETH.

THE BOKE OF THE PURPLE FAUCON.

TRANSLATION OF AN ODE OF KLOPSTOCK'S.

SONG TO A SCOTCH AIR.

THE RISING OF THE SUN.

SONG TO A WELCH AIR.

INSCRIPTION

TIMOUR'S COUNCILS.

THE SPRING JOURNEY.

ON HEAVENLY AND EARTHLY HOPE.

MAN'S PILGRIMAGE.

SONG TO A WELCH AIR.

CAROL FOR MAY-DAY.

BOW-MEETING SONG.

PARODY OF LISTON'S “BEAUTIFUL MAID.”

TRANSLATION OF AN INSCRIPTION RECENTLY DISCOVERED IN SAMOS.

THE OUTWARD-BOUND SHIP.

BOW-MEETING SONG.

TO CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND,

BOW-MEETING SONG.

ON CROSSING THE RANGE OF HIGH LAND BETWEEN STONE AND MARKET DRAYTON, JAN. 4, 1820.

LINES WRITTEN TO A MARCH COMPOSED IN IMITATION OF A MILITARY BAND.

THE WELL OF OBLIVION.

TO A WELCH AIR, “CODIAD YR HYDOD.”

THE GROUND SWELL.

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.

BOW-MEETING SONG.

FROM THE GULISTAN.

FROM THE GULISTAN.

FROM THE GULISTAN.

IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOODRUT.

TRANSLATION OF A SONNET, BY THE LATE NAWAB OF OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.

LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. HEBER.

AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL.

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PROPOSED FOR THE VASE PRESENTED TO SIR WATKIN WILLIAMS WYNN, BY THE NOBILITY AND GENTRY OF DENBIGHSHIRE, AT THE CONCLUSION OF THE WAR IN 1815.

“Ask ye why around me twine
Tendrils of the Gascon vine?
Ask ye why, in martial pride,
Sculptured laurels deck my side,
Blended with that noble tree,
Badge of Albion's liberty?
Cambria me, for glory won
By the waves of broad Garonne,
Sends to greet her bravest son;

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Prov'd beyond the western deep,
By rebel clans on Ulster's steep;
Prov'd, where first on Gallia's plain,
The banish'd lily bloom'd again;
And prov'd where ancient bounty calls
The traveller to his father's halls!
Nor marvel, then, that round me twine
The oak, the laurel, and the vine;
For thus was Cambria wont to see
Her Hirlas-horn of victory:
Nor Cambria e'er, in days of yore,
To worthier chief the Hirlas bore!”