CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.

Claribel .....

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Lilian.

Isabel.

Mariana.

To

Madeline...

Song.- The Owl.

Second Song.–To the Same

Recollections of the Arabian Nights.

Ode to Memory.

Song....

Adeline..

A Character.

The Poet.

The Poet's Mind..

The Dying Swan..

A Dirge..

Love and Death

The Ballad of Oriana.

Circumstance..

The Merinan.

The Mermaid.

Sonnet to J. M. K..

The Lady of Shalott.

Mariana in the South.

Eleanore ..

The Miller's Daughter.

Fatima..

Enone.

The Sisters.

To

The Palace of Art

Lady Clara Vere De Vere...............

The May Queen.

PAON

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New Year's Eve.

Conclusion...

The Lotos-Eaters.

A Dream of Fair Women.

Margaret. ..:

The Blackbird..

The Death of the Old Year.

To J. S

“ You ask me why, though ill at ease

" Of old sat freedom on the heights

" Love thou thy land with love far brought "

The Goose..

The Epic.

Morte D'Arthur.

The Gardener's Daughter..

Dora..

Audley Court.

Walking to the Mail.

St. Simeon Stylites.

The Sea-Fairies...

The Deserted House.

Edwin Morris; or, the Lake..

To after reading a Life and Letters.

To E. L., on his Travels in Greece.

“ Come not when I am dead"

The Eagle; a Fragment...

The Talking Oak..

Love and Duty..

The Golden Year.

Ulysses

Locksley Hall

Godiva...

The Two Voices.

The Dar-Dream:

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16e

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18C

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Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue.

Lady Clare...

The Lord of Burleigh.

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.

A Farewell.

The Beggar Maid.

The Vision of Sin.

The Skipping Rope.

* Move eastward, happy earth, and leave”

* Break, break, break

The Poct's Song

The Princess..

PAOB

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TO THE QUEEN.

REVERED, beloved,- you that hold

A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth,
Could give the warrior kings of old,
Victoria,-since your Royal grace

To one of less desert allows
- This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that uttered nothing base;
And should your greatness, and the care

That yokes with empire, yield you time

To make demand of modern rhyme,
If aught of ancient worth be there;
Then-while a sweeter music wakes,

And through wild March the throstle calls,
Where, all about your palace-walls,
The sunlit almond-blossom shakes-

Take, Madam, this poor book of song;

For, though the faults were thick as dust

In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,
And leave us rulers of your blood

As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
She wrought her people lasting good;

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