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GEORGE BELL & SONS, YORK ST., COVENT GARDEN
NEW YORK: 112, FOURTH AVENUE
CHISWICK PRESS :-C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT,
828 W9% 1892
SONNETS UPON THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH.
Suggested by the View of Lancaster Castle (on
the Road from the South)
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law.
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die
Is Death, when evil against good has fought
Not to the object specially designed
Ye brood of Conscience-Spectres! that frequent
Before the world had passed her time of youth .
Fit retribution, by the moral code
Though to give timely warning and deter.
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide
See the Condemned alone within his cell
Epistle to Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart.
From the South-west Coast of Cumberland.
Upon perusing the foregoing Epistle thirty
Years after its Composition
Gold and Silver Fishes in a Vase
Liberty. (Sequel to the above.) [Addressed to
a Friend; the Gold and Silver Fishes having
been removed to a Pool in the Pleasure-
ground of Rydal Mount.]
Poor Robin .
The Gleaner. Suggested by a Picture
To a Redbreast-(in Sickness)
I know an aged Man constrained to dwell
Sonnet. To an Octogenarian
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high
Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
To the Lady Fleming, on seeing the Foundation
preparing for the Erection of Rydal Chapel,
Goody Blake and Harry Gill. A true Story
Prelude, prefixed to the Volume entitled "Poems
chiefly of Early and Late Years."
To a Child. Written in her Album
Lines written in the Album of the Countess of
In the Grounds of Coleorton, the Seat of Sir
George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire
In a Garden of the Same
Written at the Request of Sir George Beaumont,
Bart., and in his Name, for an Urn, placed
by him at the Termination of a newly-
planted Avenue, in the same Grounds
For a Seat in the Groves of Coleorton
Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall
of the House (an Out-house), on the Island
at Grasmere .
Written with a Slate Pencil on a Stone, on the
Side of the Mountain of Black Comb.
Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone, the
largest of a Heap lying near a deserted
Quarry, upon one of the Islands at Rydal
In these fair vales hath many a Tree.
The massy Ways, carried across these heights
Inscriptions supposed to be found in and near a
I.-Hopes what are they?--Beads of