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Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton

Sutton, Henry Septimus

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POEMS
  
TO MY FATHER.
  
EUGENE.
  
LOSS.
  
THE SKY AT NIGHT.
  
PYRRHO.
  
UNDER THE ALDER-TREE.
  
THE DAISY.
  
SOLITUDE.
  
WILL AND WAY.
  
THE STAR.
  
MOUNT PERILOUS OF PRIDE.
  
YOUNG LOVE.
  
‘A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM.’
  
LIFE, NOT DEATH.
  
MAN.
  
FOR THE DESOLATE.
  
TO A TRUE FRIEND.
  
THE FLOWER-GARDEN OF GOD.
  
TO S. N. F.
  
HEMLOCK STONE.
  
HERESY.
  
WOMAN.
  
ALADDIN.
  
CIRCLES.
  
SORROW.
  
THE ARBOUR.
  
WILFORD BOAT.
  
WHO SHALL DELIVER?
  
A DREAM OF THE SEA FOAM.
  
‘THOUGH HE SLAY ME, YET WILL I TRUST IN HIM.’
  
LOVE'S PENALTY.
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A PREACHER'S SOLILOQUY AND SERMON.
  
THE SOLILOQUY.
  
THE SERMON.
  
LOVE.
  
A LOVE-LETTER.
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CLIFTON GROVE GARLAND.
  
TO ELIZA SUTTON.
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CLIFTON GROVE GARLAND.
 I. 
I. THE WALK.
 II. 
II. THE SEAT IN THE GROVE.
 III. 
III. THE MUSING HOUR.
 IV. 
IV. SEDLEY GROVE.
 V. 
V. THE WALK RESUMED.
 VI. 
VI. THE LOCAL CLASSICS.
 VII. 
VII. THE FAIR MAID OF CLIFTON.
 VIII. 
VIII. CONCLUSION.
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ROSE'S DIARY.
  
TO H. S. S.
  
ROSE'S DIARY.
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FUNEREAL WREATHS.
  
EDWARD BROTHERTON.
  
J. B.
  
B. M. B.
  
H. P.
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GLEANINGS.
  
TO MARY SOPHIA SUTTON.
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A HYMN OF CREATION.
  
A NEW YEAR'S GIFT.
  
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
  
THE EARTH DEFACED.
  
THE BATTLE OF GOD.
  
THE BEST OF IT.
  
THE SIGHT OF GOD
  
RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
  
THE REASON OF IT.
  
THE BRAGGART MOON.
  
‘THAT THY WAY MAY BE KNOWN UPON EARTH; THY SAVING HEALTH AMONG ALL NATIONS.’
  
THE CROCUS.
  
AN UNSENT FAREWELL.
  
LOVE'S FREEMASONRY.
  
LOVE ETERNAL.
  
THE SNOWDROP.
  
THE SHEPHERDESS.
  
A RAILWAY RIDE.
  
TO A. M. W.
  
THE DRINK DRAGON.
  
THE MAINE LAW-HAMMER.

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PYRRHO.

Pyrrho doubts in all things shows
With an ingenious skill;
Says, even, 'tis false the river flows,
Or that its banks stand still.
Trent was in this very place
Under Cæsar's power,
And its banks move on through space
Some thousand miles an hour.
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