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The Approach of a Storm

Dryden

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Music

Cowper..

216
The Order of Providence

Pope....

216
The Goblin's Cave ...

Scott....

218
Trees

Cowper..

219
Morning in Spring

Anon.

220
Lines on a Cuckoo...

Wiffen.

221
The Ruined City

Eckhard

222
Forgiveness of Injuries

Herbert Knowles.. 223
Birds

Wordsworth..

224
Retirement.

Drummond.

225
The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song Kirke White

226
Moonlight

Byron

228
Liberty

Addison

230
To an Early Primrose

.. Kirke White

231
The Bard..

Gray....

232
Hope

Campbell

238
The Hare and many Friends

. Gay

240
The Yew-tree of Lorton

Wordsworth..

242
Time

243
To a Jessamine Tree in Naworth Castle.. Earl of Carlisle 244
Mercy

Shakspeare

245
Siege of Valencia

. Mrs. Hemans
The Falls of Niagara..

Brainard..

247
The Winged Worshippers.

Sprague

248
The Blind Child.....

Bloomfield

249
The Country Swain

Dryden's Virgil .. 251
The Warriors of Roderick Dhu

Scott....

252
The Battle of Waterloo..

De La Vigne

254
Windsor Forest.

Pope..

255
Greece..

Byron

256
Trees

Spenser..

257
Song of the Wild Bushman...... . Pringle..

258

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The Night-blowing Cereus
Palmyra
Hymn of the City.
Address to Light
Norfolk's Reply to Boling broke
The Summer Noon
Morning after a Storm.
Christ stilling the Tempest
Hymn to the Moon
Ode on the Passions
Midnight....
Manfred's Farewell to the Sun
Milton..
The Buccaneer
Mountain Echoes
Liberty
A Drop of Dew..
The Grasshopper
Midnight....
The Battle of the Lake Regillus....
The End

Anon.

Page 259

260
Bryant..

262
Milton.

263
Shakspeare

265
Wilcox.....

266
Wordsworth... 267
Mrs. Hemans

268
Ben Jonson ..

269
Collins ..

270
Sackville

274
Byron

275
Wordsworth..

276
Scott....

276
Barry Cornwall .... 278
Coleridge.
A. Marvel

280
Wiffen ...

281
Southey

282
Macaulay

283
Shakspeare

292

279

POETICAL SELECTIONS.

MARIANA.

“ Mariana in the moated grange.”

Measure for Measure.

WITH blackest moss the flower-pots

Were thickly crusted, one and all ; The rusted nails fell from the knots

That held the peach to the garden-wall. The broken sheds look'd sad and strange ;

Unlifted was the clinking latch ;

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely, moated grange.
She only said, “ My life is dreary,

He cometh not,” she said ;
She said, “I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead !”

Her tears fell with the dews at even ;

Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide.

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