The Poetical Melange

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G. A. Douglas, 1828

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The dove let loose in eastern skies
67
The Paradox
76
In man or woman but far most in man
80
The Reply
83
On the burial of Sir John Moore
84
Imaginary Apostrophe of Buonaparte J Malcolm Esq 220
88
The lark has sung his carol in the sky
89
A Fragment
94
Landing of the British Army in Portugal Sir W Scott
97
The Soldiers Funeral
101
On the death of the Princess Charlotte
102
Liberty
107
From the climes of the sun all warworn and weary
122
To a dying Christian
127
From the Minstrel
134
Beneath our feet and oer our head 157
141
Song to Inez
156
A Funeral Hymn
157
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 228
160
By others blest with genius rays
169
A ruined Female
183
The Lovers
187
C Lloyd 74
194
Bashfulness
197
The Mothers Lament
200
God speed thee Eustace DArgencourt be brave c
203
My father is dead and my mother is dead
207
Lord Ullins Daughter
210
Not a drum was heard not a funeral note
213
Lovest thou
218
The sun parts faintly from the wave
225
Complaint of Solitude
226
Walking with God
230
Child of the dust I heard thee mourn 83
240
Napoleons Farewell
241
What is Time
244
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On seeing the dead body of a Young Lady Rev C Wolfe
In memory of Mr Grattan
1
To Freedom
4
Address to the Ocean
11
Influence of Hope on the Human Mind Campbell
15
Montgomery 17
17
Moore
25
Anon
29
Ode
32
Lochiels Warning
45
When late I saw thy favourite child 51
51
Ballad in imitation of the Ancient Style Penwarne
56
Heres a health to thee Mary 59
59
Comfort under affliction
66
On the Death of a Wife
72
Oh think not my spirits
83
100
88
Greek Funeral Chant or Myriologue Mrs Hemans 93
93
When to their airy halls my fathers voice 94
94
To my Soul written in Sickness Davenport 97
97
He is come from the land of the sword and the shrine 98
98
Death of a Christian
101

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الصفحة 131 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
الصفحة 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
الصفحة 85 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
الصفحة 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
الصفحة 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
الصفحة 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
الصفحة 168 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
الصفحة 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
الصفحة 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...

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