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Lyrics of the heart

With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel

Watts, Alaric Alexander (1797-1864)

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TO NINE SISTERS.

THE PAINTER'S DREAM.

FOR EVER THINE.

WE MET WHEN HOPE AND LIFE WERE NEW.

THE FIRST-BORN.

HE NEVER SAID HE LOVED ME.

THEY ARE NO MORE.

LEAVES FROM A POET'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

MY OWN FIRE-SIDE.

A LADY IN A FLORENTINE COSTUME;

TO CAROLINE BOWLES.

A WITHERED ROSE.

KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED.

THE SILENT TOAST.

THE RETURN FROM INDIA.

THE DEATH OF THE FIRST-BORN.

THE WHARFE REVISITED.

WE PLIGHTED VOWS TOGETHER!

THE POET'S HOME.

THE SLEEPING CUPID OF GUIDO.

THE FISHERMAN'S HYMN TO THE VIRGIN.

THE BACHELOR'S DILEMMA.

KING PEDRO'S REVENGE.

GUARD AGAINST A RAINY DAY.

HYMN OF TRIUMPH OVER BABYLON.

ON BURNING A PACKET OF LETTERS.

THE TWIN SISTERS.

THE ÆOLIAN HARP.

THE LAMENT OF BOABDIL EL CHICO;

A SKETCH FROM PRIVATE LIFE.

LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PORTRAIT.

TO A CHILD, AFTER AN INTERVAL OF ABSENCE.

A REMONSTRANCE.

A SCENE FROM FAUST.

LOVE AND SPRING.

A PORTRAIT FROM REAL LIFE.

THE MARTYRS OF ROYAL-LIEU.

THE ANNIVERSARY.

THE YOUNGLING OF THE FLOCK.

A WOMAN'S FAREWELL.

THE SISTER OF CHARITY.

YOU ASK ME FOR A PLEDGE, LOVE.

MY NATIVE VALE.

TO THE MEMORY OF GEORGE BARRET.

SCENES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

I THINK OF THEE!

TO A SLEEPING CHILD.

THE GIRL AND THE HAWK.

THE MELODY OF YOUTH.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.

THE DEATH OF POMPEY THE GREAT.

QUEEN VICTORIA AT SPITHEAD.

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG FRIEND, OF FEVER, AT LAGUIRA.

FORGET THEE, NO, NEVER!

TO A CHILD BLOWING BUBBLES.

MEET ME AT SUNSET.

INVOCATION TO THE ECHO OF A SEA-SHELL.

THE WEDDING DAY.

THE CLOSING SCENE.

ON REVISITING A SCENE OF EARLY LIFE.

ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD.

EGYPT UNVISITED.

THE HOME OF TALIESSIN.

I WILL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE!

A LAMENT FOR THE FAIRIES.

NAPOLEON'S DREAM.

THE LOVE OF POETRY NOT EXTINCT.

THE LIGHTHOUSE.

LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK PAGE OF THE POEMS OF WORDSWORTH.

I'VE ROAMED THE WIDE WORLD OVER.

A WOMAN'S LAST SONG.

A REMONSTRANCE TO THE POET CAMPBELL,

A CHRISTMAS SONG.

THOU HAST FLASHED ON MY SIGHT.

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THE FIRST-BORN.

Never did music sink into my soul
So ‘silver sweet,’ as when thy first weak wail
On my 'rapt ear in doubtful murmurs stole,
Thou child of love and promise!—What a tale
Of hopes and fears, of gladness and of gloom,
Hung on that slender filament of sound!
Life's guileless pleasures, and its griefs profound,
Seemed mingling in thy horoscope of doom.
Thy bark is launched, and lifted is thy sail
Upon the weltering billows of the world;
But oh! may winds far gentler than have hurled
My struggling vessel on, for thee prevail;—
Or, if thy voyage must be rough, may'st thou
Soon 'scape the storm and be—as blest as I am now!