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Nugae Canorae

Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions
Lloyd, Charles (1775-1839)

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DEDICATORY SONNET
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POEMS.
  
A POETICAL EFFUSION,
  
ODE
  
ELEGY
  
THE MELANCHOLY MAN.
  
LINES ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
  
STANZAS, WRITTEN BY ULSWATER, CUMBERLAND.
  
ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE.
  
CHRISTMAS.
  
THE WOODMAN.
  
[LINES ON A FRIEND]
  
LONDON.
  
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,
  
LINES, WRITTEN 29TH JULY, 1808.
  
LINES TO MY CHILDREN.
  
STANZAS.
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POEMS ON The Death OF PRISCILLA FARMER;
  
SONNET.
  
DEDICATORY LINES TO THE AUTHOR'S BROTHER.
 I. 
SONNET I.
 II. 
SONNET II.
 III. 
SONNET III. Written at the Hotwells, near Bristol.
 IV. 
SONNET IV.
 V. 
SONNET V.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
 VII. 
SONNET VII.
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII.
 IX. 
SONNET IX.
 X. 
SONNET X.
 XI. 
SONNET XI.
  
LINES
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SONNETS.
 I. 
SONNET I. TO CRAIG-MILLAR CASTLE.
 II. 
SONNET II. TO SCOTLAND.
 III. 
SONNET III. TO NOVEMBER.
 IV. 
SONNET IV.
 V. 
SONNET V.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
 VII. 
SONNET VII.
 VIII. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET XIX.
 XX. 
SONNET XX.
 XXI. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET XXIII.
 XXIV. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET XLI.
 XLII. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET XLV.
 XLVI. 
SONNET XLVI.
 XLVII. 
SONNET XLVII.
 XLVIII. 
SONNET XLVIII.
 XLIX. 
SONNET XLIX. IN THE CHARACTER OF ST. PREUX.
 L. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET 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. 
SONNET LIX.
 LX. 
SONNET LX.
 LXI. 
SONNET 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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[SONNETS]
 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. 
SONNET VI.
  
THE DEAD FRIEND.

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LINES,

Written in consequence of hearing of a young Man that had voluntarily starved himself to death on Skiddaw, and who was found after his decease in a bed of turf, piled with his own hands, previous to that event.

29th June, 1808.
What didst thou feel, thou poor unhappy youth,
Ere on that sod thou laid'st thee down to rest?
Ah, little know the children of this world
What some are born to suffer! Did some dread
And perilous thought possess thy blasted mind?
Did fierce remorse assail thee? Wert thou torn
With fatal, incommunicable thoughts?
I pity thee, poor stranger! In a world
Fearful, a world of nameless phantoms framed,
Was thy abode!—Thou sawest not with eyes,
Thou heardest not with ears, nor felt'st with touch,
Like eyes, and ears, and touch of other men.
Thine was a cruel insulation, thine
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A malady beyond the reach of love,
Beyond the reach of melting sympathy.
Oh, when Heaven wills that the external world
And the internal world should be at war;
When Heaven suffers that sensation's chords
Shall all be out of tune; when every sense
At variance with the other, like a wrench'd
And shattered instrument of music, yields
A harsh report of discontinuous pangs,
As infinite in number as in fear,
To the universal influences of life,
What does not man endure!—Yet man e'en then
Perchance has somewhat of the flush of health,
Has strength of muscle, and the swelling limb,
So he is pitied not! Though if he smile,
His smile like wandering spectre of the night,
Apparent in some beauteous maiden's shape,
Fills with more deadly chill, because it wears
The form of joy in circumstance of woe!—
Though if he speak, the incongruous attempt
Betrays the treachery of his voiceless thought!
His words are like the sound of crazy bells,
Swinging in open air, no longer pealed
By hands accordant; but the tempest wakes
Or sullen breeze, when nightly visitant,
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Strange discord from their hoarse and iron tongues!
His accents, unaccountably impelled,
Or rush with fearful spontaneity,
Or languidly eke out their dying tones;
And sentences half finished, broken words,
Abrupt transitions, discontinuous thought,
Of intellectual alienation tell.
Say, fared it so with thee? Then be at peace!
And may the God the fortitude who gave
To bear thy silent voluntary pangs,
Receive thee in the arms of pitying love.
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