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.

TO THE NEW YEAR.

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 THE NEW YEAR.

Welcome! should I welcome thee,
Year new born from time's deep stream;
Hast thou unalloyed for me
Blessings like my early dream?

Is thy sun as radiant—bright,
As it shone in childhood's time?
Have thy stars that mystic light?
Speak they to this heart of mine

As they did in days of yore?—
Where are now the blissful hours,
Friendship's early bosom store,
Youth enwreaths, and haunts and dow'rs?

All is changed with thee—with me;
Sadder is thine aspect now:
Darkly twines the cypress tree
Round my weary heart and brow.

Gone the light of other years,
Stars keep watch above the dead;
Flowers, ah! ye are gem'd by tears,
My girlhood's dream for ever fled.

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TO THE NEW YEAR.