Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth]

Bickersteth, Edward Henry (1825-1906)

[dedication]

LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING MY DAUGHTER SING MRS. NORTON'S “THERE IS NO TRACE OF THEE AROUND.”

A LAMENT FOR PERSIA.

OH! BRING MY LUTE.

STANZAS TO ---.

TO THE MEMORY OF MALIBRAN.

BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL SEA.

WRITTEN ON SEEING THE QUEEN PASS THROUGH THE ROYAL GALLERY TO THE HOUSE OF LORDS,

ON SLEEP.

STONEHENGE.

THE FUTURE.

DAVID'S LAMENTATION OVER SAUL AND JONATHAN.

DESTINY.

SONNET.

TO MY DAUGHTER'S BIRD.

GUIDO'S MAGDALENE.

LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING THE ISLE OF WIGHT.

LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY MY DAUGHTER ON LEAVING HER SCHOOL GARDEN AT---

THAT MOCKING LIP.

“HEARTS-EASE.”

SONG.

LINES ADDRESSED TO --- ON ATTAINING TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF AGE.

SONG.

ACROSTIC.

TO THE BIRD OF PARADISE.

OH! CEASE THOSE BELLS.

FAREWELL TO THE YEAR.

TO FLOWERS.

STANZAS TO---

ON BEING ASKED BY MY CHILDREN TO JOIN IN THEIR PASTIMES

TWILIGHT.

THE FLOWER GIRL'S SONG.

OH! WEEP NOT FOR THE DEAD.

IMPROMPTU

THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY.

THE SNOWDROP.

STANZAS.

THE FLOWERS ARE ALL FADING.

TO A YOUNG FRIEND,

THE BRIDAL.

WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF QUEEN VICTORIA'S VISIT TO THE CITY OF LONDON,

STANZAS.

AUTUMN.

ON THE DEATH OF A NEPHEW.

IMPROMPTU

SONG.

A MOTHER TO HER SLEEPING CHILD.

STANZAS TO SPRING.

A HYMN,

IMPROMPTU ON A BLADE OF GRASS.

WHY WAKE THE LONG FORGOTTEN LAY?

WHAT IS THE SUNSHINE OF THE HEART?

ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND,

WRITTEN ON VISITING BLACK GANG CHINE,

INVOCATION TO MY MUSE.

VENUS AND CUPID.

THE BRANCH OF THE ALMOND TREE.

TO HOPE.

SONG.

A MOTHER TO HER SON ON HIS BIRTHDAY.

TO A FAVORITE POET.

TO A YOUTH ON THE DEATH OF HIS MOTHER.

THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.

CLEOPATRA TO MARC ANTHONY.

TO THE MEMORY OF ------.

ASPASIA TO PERICLES.

A SICK PARENT'S BEDSIDE.

SONG.

TO OBLIVION.

FRAGMENT.

FAREWELL TO THE YEAR WHICH IS PAST.

SONG.

TO THOUGHT.

FAREWELL TO GUERNSEY.

HIS NAME.

SONG.

“OH! HEED NOT THOSE BEAMS.”

TO MY LYRE.

REBECCA.

ELEGIAC STANZAS ON A DEPARTED PARENT.

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TO MY DAUGHTER'S BIRD.

I

Sing on, sweet bird. Ah! wherefore fear;
There are no foes around,
Thy little note to all is dear,
A spell by which we're bound.

II

Still hour by hour, and day by day,
Untiring thou dost sing,
Thy song of praise—a soft sweet lay—
Thy grateful offering.

III

Ah! better far thy fate than mine,
Imprison'd though thou art,
Thy mistress' voice, the bright sunshine,
Sheds gladness o'er thy heart.

IV

Then sing, sweet bird, and to me bring
One joyous trustful hour,
And may the radiance of thy wing
Wave o'er my lonely bow'r.

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TO MY DAUGHTER'S BIRD.

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