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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 WHARFE REVISITED.

Yet once again, bright river, once again,
I come to tread thy wild and winding shore!
What blissful moments, and what hours of pain,
Hath my soul numbered, since the Muses' lore
Last on thy banks I conned. But not in vain
Hath life for me its chequered page unrolled
Of varied grief and joy; I now behold
Its shifting scenes, and Iris-tinted train,
With calmer eye, and less impassioned heart:
True, I have seen full many a hope decay,
And cherished visions like thy waves depart;
Yet other dreams, as fair perchance as they,
Unto my world-worn spirit have been given,
Filled, like thy radiant face, with hues of light from heaven!