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Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions

Lloyd, Charles (1775-1839)

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DEDICATORY SONNET

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A POETICAL EFFUSION,

THE MELANCHOLY MAN.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

STANZAS, WRITTEN BY ULSWATER, CUMBERLAND.

ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE.

[LINES ON A FRIEND]

LINES TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN.

TO A YOUNG MAN,

TO A YOUNG MAN,

LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FAST,

LINES TO A BROTHER AND SISTER,

LINES TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.

LINES, WRITTEN 10TH APRIL, 1800.

LINES TO THE SCENERY OF CUMBERLAND AND WESTMORELAND.

LINES TO THE SABBATH.

LINES WRITTEN IN RETIREMENT, IN A MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY.

LINES WRITTEN 19TH AUGUST, 1807.

LINES ON AN HOUR-GLASS.

LINES, WRITTEN 29TH JULY, 1808.

LINES TO MY CHILDREN.

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POEMS ON The Death OF PRISCILLA FARMER;

DEDICATORY LINES TO THE AUTHOR'S BROTHER.

I.

II.

III.

SONNET III. Written at the Hotwells, near Bristol.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

X.

XI.

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I.

SONNET I. TO CRAIG-MILLAR CASTLE.

II.

SONNET II. TO SCOTLAND.

III.

SONNET III. TO NOVEMBER.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

SONNET IX. On seeing the Moon rise, among Clouds swiftly driven by the Wind, from behind a Hill across Ulswater.

X.

SONNET X. TO A SISTER.

XI.

SONNET XI. TO THE SAME.

XII.

SONNET XII. TO THE SAME.

XIII.

SONNET XIII. TO THE SAME.

XIV.

SONNET XIV. TO THE SAME.

XV.

SONNET XV. TO THE SAME.

XVI.

SONNET XVI. TO THE SAME.

XVII.

SONNET XVII. TO THE SAME.

XVIII.

SONNET XVIII. Inserted in a Novel written by the Author, printed, but not published; called “Isabel”.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

SONNET XXII. Written early in the Morning, soon after the Birth of my third Child; and inscribed to my Mother, who was present on the occasion.

XXIII.

XXIV.

XXV.

SONNET XXV. TO MY MOTHER.

XXVI.

SONNET XXVI. Storm at Night, in a mountainous Country, contrasted with Domestic and Fire-side comforts.

XXVII.

SONNET XXVII. Sketch of a Mountain Cottage.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

SONNET XXIX. Description of a Spring Hail-storm in a mountainous Country.

XXX.

SONNET XXX. TO SOPHIA. Written previous to a Journey to a place very distant from that of our residence.

XXXI.

SONNET XXXI. TO SOPHIA.

XXXII.

SONNET XXXII. TO MISS W---.

XXXIII.

SONNET XXXIII. FROM PETRARCH.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

SONNET XXXV. FROM PETRARCH.

XXXVI.

SONNET XXXVI. FROM PETRARCH.

XXXVII.

SONNET XXXVII. TO SOLITUDE.

XXXVIII.

SONNET XXXVIII. TO SOLITUDE.

XXXIX.

SONNET XXXIX. TO SOLITUDE.

XL.

SONNET XL. Inserted in a Novel, written by the author, printed, but not published, called “Isabel.”

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

SONNET XLIII. Inserted in a Novel, written by the Author, printed, but not published, called “Isabel.”

XLIV.

SONNET XLIV. Two Sketches attempted, which will only be understood well by him who acknowledges their likeness to himself.

XLV.

XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLIX.

SONNET XLIX. IN THE CHARACTER OF ST. PREUX.

L.

LI.

SONNET LI. TO MISS------

LII.

SONNET LII. TO MISS------.

LIII.

SONNET LIII. To her who will understand this, and the two preceding ones.

LIV.

SONNET LIV. Written after a Walk by Rydal Water, Westmore-land, in time of War.

LV.

SONNET LV. Written after seeing Rydal Lake.

LVI.

LVII.

SONNET LVII. Inserted in a Novel, written by the Author, called “Isabel.”

LVIII.

SONNET LVIII. Descriptive as well as commemorative of a place belonging to the eldest Brother of the Author's Father; a place in which were spent many of the happiest Hours of his Youth.

LIX.

LX.

LXI.

LXII.

SONNET LXII. On the Death of Mr. Robert Lloyd, who, together with a Brother married, both of them leaving a Widow, the former with four, and the latter with three Children, and a Sister unmarried, died each of them of Fevers, in the short space of three weeks.

LXIII.

SONNET LXIII. The same Subject continued; addressed to Mrs. Robert Lloyd.

LXIV.

SONNET LXIV. The same subject continued.

LXV.

SONNET LXV. The same Subject continued.

LXVI.

SONNET LXVI. On the Death of Mr. Thomas Lloyd, who died within three weeks of the time when the subject of the last four Sonnets breathed his last.

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I.

METAPHYSICAL SONNET I.

II.

SONNET II. TO A PRIMROSE.

III.

SONNET III. TO THE RIVER EMONT.

IV.

SONNET IV. TO LOCH-LOMOND.

V.

SONNET V. TO THE SABBATH.

VI.

THE DEAD FRIEND.

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LINES WRITTEN 19TH AUGUST, 1807.

“For, who can enjoy the world without deceiving, or being deceived?”—Mrs. Grant's Letters.

Whence, and what are we?—Wherefore are we made
The sport of passions that defy controul?
Why do these dreams of happiness invade,
With ardent impulse, my aspiring soul?

Say, am I born to live the sport of dreams,
Of lying dreams, that flatter, and that fly?
Are they illusive, these delicious gleams
That prompt the soaring wish, the immortal sigh?

I might be happy, could I cease to think,
That all I have is but entrusted power;
I might be happy, could my reason wink
At pleasure's thrill, and love's enraptured hour.

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I might be happy, could these conflicts cease,
Or reason take possession of my soul!
Could stern resolve bid passion be at peace,
And every struggle of my will controul.

Why are we destined thus to wage a war?
Nor from the fated proof have power to fly?
Here, conscience, awful priestess! cries, beware!—
There every sense is wooed by extasy!

Is this thy destiny, Oh man?—Are these
The terms on which thy soul its life received?
Reason, thou canst not tell me how to appease
This questioning of what may be believed!

Experience teacheth that the noblest mind,
The pang that weans from life shall likeliest brave!
Here pause:—and with a faith devout, not blind,
Implore thy God to pity and to save!