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The Poetical Works of Robert Story

Story, Robert (1795-1860)

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The Heath is Green.
  
With Me, my Love, Repair.
  
O Thou art Fair.
  
O! Stay with Me.
  
Bright was the Eye.
  
I Love Her!
  
Hushed the World.
  
Winter is Gone.
  
O! Calm, my Love.
  
Thou Fairest Maid.
  
O! to Rest beside Thee.
  
On Skipton's Vales.
  
To the Northern Breeze.
  
My Love is not yon Wild Rose.
  
O! Love has a favourite Scene.
  
The Star of Eve.
  
Fairer than the Fairest Blossom.
  
The Flower of Malhamdale.
  
O these are not mine own Hills.
  
Pours the Spring.
  
How Sleep the Dead.
  
I shall never See it More.
  
The Young Poet Dying at a Distance from Home.
  
An Eye in its dark-glancing Beauty.
  
The Splendours of Sunset.
  
Look round on this World.
  
I sought the Halls.
  
Exposed in Life's.
  
I have heard of Fair Climes.
  
In May's Expansive Ether.
  
In my Hey-day of Youth.
  
The Rayless Night.
  
Another Year.
  
'Tis not by Day.
  
When Time my Youthful Eye.
  
Where, Loved One! is thy Dwelling now?
  
The Wild Thyme still Blossoms.
  
Mary Lee.
  
Ah! Will there a Time Come.
  
Edward Stanley.
  
Be Still, my Wild Heart.
  
Shake from thee that Rain-drop.
  
Fitz-Hartil.
  
Mark, Ellen, how Fair.
  
Long within the Danish Camp.
  
I gang frae Thee.
  
Beaumont Side.
  
Sun-Gleams along the Mountains.
  
The Mood is on my Soul.
  
The Fountain,
  
The Poet's Home.
  
There's a Dark Hour Coming.
  
One April Morn.
  
Reply to an Epistle from Mr. Gourley.
  
Twenty Years Parted
  
Breathe, Breathe on my Heart.
  
The Dead stood by.
  
O Woman, Fair Woman.
  
It is Sweet to Perceive.
  
O! Blest is the Hearth.
  
The few Corn-fields.
  
Again the Sweetest Season.
  
Wethercote Cave.
  
With Bounding Step.
  
I know thou Lov'st me.
  
The Isles are Awake!
  
The Church of our Fathers.
  
The Bride is Away
  
Stop, O Stop the Passing-Bell.
  
The Wives and the Mothers of Britain.
  
The Wane of the Day.
  
The Ancient Barons.
  
It is Sad, very Sad.
  
The Friends that I Loved.
  
Sweet Beaumont Side.
  
Your Name May be Noble.
  
O Lay him by his Father!
  
She is Falling by Grief.
  
The Vows thou hast spoken.
  
It is Sweet on this fair Bark.
  
The Music of another Spring.
  
I saw her in the Violet time.
  
The Hills of my Birth-place.
  
Though almost Twenty Years.
  
The Union Workhouse.
  
O Faded Leaf.
  
The Rose of the Isles.
  
I was Born in a Cot.
  
An Englishman's Wife.
  
I Blame thee not, World!
  
Dear Hudson.
  
She shall not Die.
  
Ingleboro' Cave.
  
O Spare the Kind Heart.
  
Yon Lass ye See.
  
Poor Mary.
  
A Happy New Year.
  
O Sing to me no Modish Tune.
  
The Day is Gane.
  
Mute is the Lyre of Ebor.
  
I would not pass from Earth.
  
Above the Line of Lamps.
  
It Ne'er was Spak'.
  
The Bonnie Pink Flower.
  
Mony Auld Frien's.
  
O let us be Friendly?
  
We often Laughed at Fanny.
  
My William.
  
The Chain is Broken, Father.
  
Sleep, my Mary!
  
'Tis Sweet to Escape.
  
E'en now, when the Winds.
  
At Parker's Tomb.
  
O Scorn not the Plough!
  
My Bark is on the Tyne.
  
When Freedom.
  
The Seasons in Passing.
  
In Youth our Fathers.
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Introduction. TO THE SOUL OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.
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My Blessing on.
  
Fairest of all Stars.
  
You have Heard.
  
The Peerage of Industry.
  
Who would not be Proud of Old England?
  
We Rear no War-defying flag.
  
Bring out the Old War-Flag.
  
She tried to Smile.
  
Our Nightingale's Fame.
  
Sebastopol is Low!
  
The Zephyr of May.
  
A Being there is.

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6

I Love Her!

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Talk on! each fault in Mary blame
That hate can think, or envy frame;
Lessen her beauty, taint her fame;
Whate'er you say, I love her!
I look but on her cheek and eye—
They give your base remarks the lie;
How pure the glance! how fine the dye!
By all that's fair, I love her!
Arouse my pride: she spurns my prayer
For one—perchance less worth her care:
Her presence melts that pride to air,
I see her—and I love her!
Describe her weak and unrefined:
She comes—her tones the soul can bind!
Her eye is eloquence and mind!
By all that's grand, I love her!
Depress me with the thought that she
Must ne'er my heaven of rapture be:
Blest be her heart, I say, and free!
Repulsed and scorned, I love her!
And while her form—a sunbeam bright—
To Memory's eye shall lend its light,
By levelled Hope's eternal blight!
By all my woes! I'll love her!
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