* A Ballad, noting the Difference of Rich and Poor, in the ways of a rich Noble's Palace and a poor Workhouse. 494 Hypochondriacus 495 A Farewell to Tobacco. 496 To T. L. H., a Child 500 Ballad, from the German 501 Lines on the celebrated Picture by Leonardo da Vinci, called the Vir gin of the Rocks 502 SONNETS. 1. To Miss Kelly 503 II. On the Sight of Swans in Kensington Garden IX. To John Lamb, Esq., of the South Sea House X. XI. 505 506 506 The Witch, a Dramatic Sketch of the Seventeenth Century ALBUM VERSES, &c. In the Album of a Clergyman's Lady In the Autograph Book of Mrs. Sergeant W. In the Album of Edith S To Dora W. -, on being asked by her Father to write in her Album 554 On an Infant dying as soon as born. The Young Catechist She is Going To a Young Friend on her Twenty-first Birthday. Written at Cambridge. 565 566 566 567 567 To a celebrated Female Performer in the "Blind Boy" Work. Leisure To Samuel Rogers, Esq. The Gipsy's Malison. To the Author of Poems published under the Name of Barry Cornwall 568 To T. Stothard, Esq., on his Illustrations of the Poems of Mr. Rogers 570 To a Friend on his Marriage The Self-enchanted.. To Louisa M, whom I used to call "Monkey" Oh lift with Reverent hand On a Sepulchral Statue of an Infant Sleeping To David Cook, of the Parish of Saint Margaret's, Westminster, POEMS. HESTER. WHEN maidens such as Hester die, A month or more hath she been dead, A springy motion in her gait, Of pride and joy no common rate, I know not by what name beside She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had bless'd her. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to blind, My sprightly neighbour, gone before When from thy cheerful eyes a ray TO CHARLES LLOYD. AN UNEXPECTED VISITER. ALONE, obscure, without a friend, Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out? Of social scenes, homebred delights, In brief oblivion to forego Friends, such as thine, so justly dear, For this a gleam of random joy Hath flush'd my unaccustom'd cheek ; And, with an o'ercharged, bursting heart, I feel the thanks I cannot speak. Oh! sweet are all the muses' lays, And sweet the charm of matin bird; "Twas long since these estranged ears. The sweeter voice of friend had heard. The voice hath spoke: the pleasant sounds Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear, For, when the transient charm is fled, To cheerless, friendless solitude When I return as heretofore, Long, long within my aching heart That Lloyd will sometimes think on me THE THREE FRIENDS. THREE young maids in friendship met; Margaret was tall and fair, Martha shorter by a hair; If the first excell'd in feature, Th' other's grace and ease were greater; Mary, though to rival loath, In their best gifts equall'd both. Fortune upon each one smiled, |