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By Richard Chenevix Trench: New ed

Trench, Richard Chenevix (1807-1886)

VOL. I.

THE STORY OF JUSTIN MARTYR.

THE MONK AND BIRD.

TO A CHILD PLAYING.

A WALK IN A CHURCHYARD.

TO---

TO MY GODCHILD,

TO AN INFANT SLEEPING.

THE HERRING-FISHERS OF LOCHFYNE.

IN THE ISLE OF MULL.

THE SAME.

AT SEA.

AN EVENING IN FRANCE.

THE DESCENT OF THE RHONE.

ON THE PERSEUS AND MEDUSA

LINES

A VISIT TO TUSCULUM.

GIBRALTAR.

ON A PICTURE AT MADRID.

A LEGEND OF ALHAMBRA.

SONNET.

RECOLLECTIONS OF BURGOS.

A LEGEND OF TOLEDO.

AN INCIDENT VERSIFIED.

TASSO'S DUNGEON, FERRARA.

IN THE TYROL.

AT BRUNECKEN, IN THE TYROL.

TO THE TYROLESE.

A RECOLLECTION OF THE TYROL.

SONNET.

TO A LADY SINGING.

[Not Thou from us, O Lord, but we]

SONNET.

SONNET,

ENGLAND.

THE ISLAND OF MADEIRA.

POLAND, 1831.

TO NICHOLAS, EMPEROR OF RUSSIA.

THE CONSTITUTIONAL EXILES OF 1823.

TO THE SAME.

DESPONDENCY.

SAIS.

THE SPIRIT OF BEAUTY.

YOUNG POETS.

THE HEALING OF THE WATERS.

SONNET.

THE KINGDOM OF GOD.

[Some murmur, when their sky is clear]

A CENTURY OF COUPLETS.

SONNET.

A BALLAD.

XERXES AT THE HELLESPONT.

CHARLES V. BEFORE THE CONVENT OF YUSTE, 1556.

ON A YEW-TREE

TO A ROBIN REDBREAST,

ON THE CONSECRATION OF A NEW CHURCHYARD.

[Lord, weary of a painful way]

[Weep not for broad lands lost]

[This did not once so trouble me]

COMPENSATION.

[Lord, many times I am aweary quite]

[If that in sight of God is great]

THE DAY OF DEATH.

THE LAW OF LOVE.

[A genial moment oft has given]

[If there had anywhere appeared in space]

‘DUST TO DUST.’

FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY.

TO A FRIEND.

A PASSAGE FROM ST. AUGUSTINE.

TO POETRY.

GENOVEVA.

II.

III.

III

IV.

VI.

VII.

VII

VIII.

VIII

IX.

XI.

XII.

XII

THE STEADFAST PRINCE.

THE CROSS.

II.

VOL. II.

[section]

ORPHEUS AND THE SIRENS.

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

NATURAL MYTHOLOGY.

[Oh thou of dark forebodings drear]

LINES WRITTEN ON THE FIRST TIDINGS OF THE CABUL MASSACRES.

IN MEMORIAM, G. P. C.

SONNET.

[Man, the pomp and pride of earth]

THE CURSE OF CORN-HOARDERS.

ON THE MARRIAGE OF THE PRINCE OF WALES

POEMS FROM EASTERN SOURCES

ALEXANDER AT THE GATES OF PARADISE.

THE BREAKER OF IDOLS.

FROM THE PERSIAN.

THE BANISHED KINGS.

SOLOMON.

THE BALLADS OF HAROUN AL RASCHID.

II.

III.

THE EASTERN NARCISSUS.

THE SEASONS.

[By Grecian annals it remained untold]

THE CERTAINTIES OF FAITH.

THE PANTHEIST;

THE RIGHTEOUS OF THE WORLD.

PRAYER.

THE FALCON'S REWARD.

THE CONVERSION OF ABRAHAM.

THE TRUE PILGRIM.

AN EASTERN VERSION OF THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS.

THE VASE OF HONEY.

EASTERN MORALITIES.

POEMS WRITTEN DURING THE RUSSIAN WAR 1854, 1855

‘WHAT THOUGH YET THE SPIRIT SLUMBERS.’

ON THE BREAKING OFF OF THE CONFERENCES AT VIENNA, JUNE, 1855.

TO ---

THE RETURN OF THE GUARDS.

ELEGIAC POEMS

TO ---

[What, many times I musing asked, is man]

TO M ---

[No mother's eye beside thee wakes to-night]

MORAVIAN HYMN.

[What was thy life? a pearl cast up awhile]

[This chest, a homely cabinet, although]

TO ---

[Hers was a mother's heart]

TO ---

[Yonder on that wall displayed]

NO MORE.

[Men will be light of heart and glad]

[O happy days, O months, O years]

[That name! how often every day]

TO ---

[Many times the morning laughs in light]

[Half unbelieving doth my heart remain]

SONNET.

[Where thou hast touched, O wondrous Death!]

[When its higher faith this heart denies]

[Who that a watcher doth remain]

[If our high debt of holy glee]

THE LENT JEWELS.

[O life, O death, O world, O time]

FROM THE ARABIC.

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

A JEWISH APOLOGUE.

ON REVISITING THE SEINE.

[This winter eve how soft! how mild!]

TO ---

[O friend, it seems when first our lives begin]

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[Half unbelieving doth my heart remain]

Half unbelieving doth my heart remain
Of its great woe;
I waken, and a dull dead sense of pain
Is all I know.

Then dimly in the darkness of my mind
I feel about,
To know what 'tis that troubles me, and find
My sorrow out,

And hardly with long pains my heart I bring
Its loss to own:
Still seems it so impossible a thing
That thou art gone—

That not in all my life I ever more
With pleasëd ear
Thy quick light feet advancing to my door
Again shall hear—

That thou not ever with inquiring looks
Or subtle talk
Shalt bring to me sweet hindrance 'mid my books
Or studious walk—

That, whatsoever else of good for me
In store remain,
This lieth out of hope, my child, to see
Thy face again.