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Poems

By Henry Nutcombe Oxenham. Third Edition
Oxenham, Henry Nutcombe (1829-1888)
  
[dedication]

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 I. 
I. THE SENTENCE OF KAÏRES.
 II. 
II. THE FATE OF COLUMBUS.
 III. 
III. STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V. THE POET AND THE SAINT.
 VI. 
VI. THE LIFE-DIRGE OF EGYPT'S DEAD.
 VII. 
VII. FRIENDSHIP.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE PILGRIM BOAT ON THE RHINE.
 IX. 
IX. MAYENCE AT SUNSET.
 X. 
X. MECHLIN.
 XI. 
XI. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE DOG.
 XII. 
XII. STRIFE AND PEACE.
 XIII. 
XIII. SOLITUDE.
 XIV. 
XIV. THE LEGEND OF ST. CATHARINE.
 XV. 
XV. THE VIRGIN MOTHER.
 XVI. 
XVI. THE VESPER-BELL.
 XVII. 
XVII. THE FUNERAL OF THE LAST OF THE STUARTS.
 XVIII. 
XVIII.
 XIX. 
XIX. TO MY BROTHER ON HIS FIFTH BIRTHDAY.
 XX. 
XX.
 XXI. 
XXI. TO MY SISTER.
 XXII. 
XXII. BEREAVEMENT.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. TRIAL.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. SEPARATION.
 XXV. 
XXV. DINAS EMLYN.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. THE THREE PEALS OF THE ANGELUS.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. TO A FRIEND LEAVING OXFORD.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. THE HEAVENLY STRANGER .
 XXIX. 
XXIX. THE HOLY ANGELS.
 XXX. 
XXX. IN TEMPORE VESPERI ERIT LUX.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. A CHANCE MEETING.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. THE MIDNIGHT MASS OF THE NATIVITY.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. THE MANGER OF THE HOLY NIGHT.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. THE CHILDREN'S HYMN.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. AN EASTER GREETING.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. THE END OF MAN.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. TO L. H. D.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. A CHARACTER.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. WAR PIECES, 1855.
 XL. 
XL. THE MARTYR BOY .
 XLI. 
XLI. THE CHILD-CHRIST ON THE CROSS.
 XLII. 
XLII. SNOWDONIA.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. EUCHARISTICA.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. MATER DOLOROSA.
 XLV. 
XLV. MATER CORONATA.
 XLVI. 
XLVI. BEATUS SIS, CARISSIME!
 XLVII. 
XLVII. THE MARTYRDOM AT CANTERBURY.
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. FAREWELL TO HARROW.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. REQUIEM ÆTERNAM.
 L. 
L. MEDIÆVAL INFLUENCES.
 LI. 
LI. IN MEMORIAM C. H. C.

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XI. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE DOG.

Thou wast my one unclouded joy,
Thy trustful love was all for me,
Soothing long hours of sad annoy;
Oh, I could weep for thee!
Days seemed less dark and friends more true
With thy warm burden on my knee,
And blither hope within me grew;
Oh, I could weep for thee!
Thy fond caress, thine eager gaze,
Thy bounding welcome, full and free,
Thy thousand little winning ways;
Oh, I could weep for thee!
When seated in my lonely room,
When pacing o'er the sandy lea,
Each day, each hour recalls thy doom;
Oh, I could weep for thee!
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