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Poems and Essays

By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton)
Roscoe, William Caldwell (1823-1859)

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MINOR POEMS.
  
[Clouds and mists and vapours dim]
  
THE FALSE FONTANLEE.
  
F. M.
  
AD PYRRHAM.
  
TO LAURA R.,
  
ARIADNE.
  
A NIGHTINGALE IN EASTBURY WOODS.
  
AFTER THE HUNGARIAN WAR.
  
OPPORTUNITY.
  
LINES AFTER MY FATHER'S DEATH.
  
TO THE PLANET VENUS,
  
[Rarely to our mortal eyes]
  
TO THE MARCH SUN.
  
A DREAM AND NO DREAM.
  
VENIT.
  
[When I asked her, “Wilt thou kiss me?’]
  
THE GOLDEN DAYS.
  
LOVE'S CREED.
  
[On many an English lady's face]
  
EXCUSE.
  
[A presence! a glory celestial!]
  
SONG.
  
OVER THE WEST.
  
“FREI IST DER BURSCH!”
  
TO LITTLE A. C. IN THE GARDEN AT EASTBURY.
  
FOR EVER.
  
AFTER MY SISTER'S DEATH.
  
AT THE SAME TIME.
  
AT NIGHT, AFTER MY SISTER'S DEATH.
  
[Why fear that the departed grieves]
  
FORD GREY OF WERKE TO HIS MISTRESS.
  
[I have a thought that fain would speak]
  
“IF IT DIE, IT BRINGETH FORTH MUCH FRUIT.”
  
MUSIC.
  
A BLIND GIRL'S QUESTIONINGS.
  
BEFORE DAWN.
  
BY THE SEASHORE.
  
A VISION.
  
[Lord, at thy feet we do not kneel]
  
THE YEAR OF LOVE.
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SONNETS.
  
A WET AUTUMN.
  
AT THE CHESHIRE POINT, LINLEY WOOD.
  
[Like a musician that with flying finger]
  
AT NIGHT.
  
MY FATHER'S DEATH.
  
TO MY MOTHER.
  
GIBSON'S STATUE OF AURORA.
  
TO M. S.
  
M. S.
  
TO THE REV. JOHN HAMILTON THOM.
  
[O Muse the Comforter! that in this vale]
  
TO A LADY PREFERRING CALM TO PASSIONATE POETRY.
  
LAUDATRIX TEMPORIS ACTI.
  
MIDNIGHT ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.
  
THE TWO NIGHTS.
  
A CHRISTMAS SONNET.
  
[Sad is my lot; among the shining spheres]
  
TO A FRIEND IN GRIEF.
  
TO A FRIEND.
  
IN DEJECTION. I.
  
IN DEJECTION II.
  
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III
  
DAYBREAK IN FEBRUARY.
  
SYMBOLS OF VICTORY.
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AFTER THE HUNGARIAN WAR.

“The shadows of our martyrs pass before my eyes.”

THE LIVING.

Sleep, dead Hungarians, sleep in peace!
Would we might sleep so! Your release,
By shameful halter or the sword,
Was soft compassion of the Lord.
You do not break your hearts, or shed
Bitter tears;
Your sons are not in exile led;
You eat no begged, no stranger bread:
Would we, too, pressed our biers!

THE DEAD.

Living Hungarians, watch and pray!
And wait the breaking of the day.
The Lord yet liveth. Baneful night
Lies thick on justice and on right;
But the day-spring, slow yet sure,
Lies behind.
Wait! In the Lord's appointed hour,
High o'er these shades his sun shall tower,
And strike the oppressor blind.
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THE LIVING.

O dead! we hear your voice and wait:
The Lord yet liveth, and is great!
We will take patience in one hand,
And in the right a sword. O Land!
Ancestral, honourable, grave,
Abide the wrong!
Thy children, thrust from forth thy door,
Shall repossess the ancient floor.
How long, O Lord, how long?
1851.
 

Kossuth's speech at Birmingham in 1851.

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