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Domestic Hours; poems

E. Perring · 1841 · Scanned text

54,633 words · about 3 h 50 min to read

Period artwork: Interior of the Bodleian Library, 1845
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About this book

Author
E. Perring
Language
English
Published
1841
Length
54,633 words · about 3 h 50 min
Sections
4 reader sections
Text
Scanned text, read from page scans by OCR; may contain errors
Rights
Public Domain Mark 1.0

 

Contents (4)
  1. Front matter about 3 h 18 min
  2. Letter 1 about 5 min
  3. Letter II about 5 min
  4. Letter III about 22 min

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Front matter

Jy/r/r/^Æy/^//j__J. DOMESTIC HOURS. POEMS. BY MRS. PERRING. LO.VDON : SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, __ CO. ; AND JAMES BURNS, PORTMAN- STREET, PORTMAN-SQU.VRE. 18-11. [H. PJSRRINO, PRINTER, LEEDS ] Why do I print these pages ? — This question will probably be asked of me. My answer is — Partial friends wish to see them rescued from the fugitive form in which most of them originally appeared. I may truly say that I do not publish for profit, for the book is not intended for "the market," in a commercial sense. I do not publish for fame, for to that I am indifferent, even did the merit of stringing together a few stanzas amount to fame. But I print because many persons whom I love and esteem wish to possess a record of my Domestic Musings. This is my motive. I neither ask for approbation nor deprecate criticism.

I am only anxious that not one sentiment from my heart or pen should in the least degree militate against the commands of Him whose slightest approbation exceeds in value all that the World has to bestow. E. P. Leeds, Jan. 1, 1841. TO THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF LONSDALE, KG. &C. i&C. &c. THE EVER-READY PATRON OP HUMBLE MERIT, AND HIMSELF A BRIGHT EXAMPLE OP nUSBAND, FATHER, MAGISTRATE, FRIEND, ADDING TO THE SPLENDOR OF RANK AND WEALTH THE STILL GREATER SPLENDOR OF THE CHRISTIAN GRACES, AND OF " DOING JUSTLY" IN ALL RELATIONS OF LIFE, THESE SIMPLE FRUITS OF "DOMESTIC HOURS ARE RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY HIS LORDSHIP'S MOST OBEDIENT AND OBLIGED SERVANT, THE AUTHOR. POEMS, CONTENTS. PAGE. The Quicksilver Mines of Idria. A true Tale of Woman's Constancy 1 To Frederick George Perring 27 On the Death of George the Fourth 29 Lines suggested by the Consecration of the Church of St. Peter, Morley, on Monday the 13th of August, 1830 31 To Albion 33 Impromptu, on receiving (while on a bed of sickness) some freshly-gathered Flowers from my dearest earthly Friend 34 A Poet's Fancy 35 The Bereaved 37 To a Young Friend, un her Dying Bed, with a Moss Rose 38 The Island of Love 39 Early Buds 41 The Early Dead 41 To my Friend, MissM.

D X PAGE. Impromptu on the Forget-me-Not A Word for Suffering Ireland On the Death of Lady Milton 51 Lines written on a pair of white and green satin Watch-Pockets ; sent as a Present to an elderly Gentleman who wore a valuable Gold Watch in a shagreen case Written on my Return Home after a Bhort sojourn in the Country on account of the temporary illness of my Infant Family 54 To my dear Frederick, who suffered much more than any of the rest in the general illness of the Family 62 Written on the evening of my Thirty-third Birth-day 64 Impromptu on seeing a Lady engaged in playing with hoops and sticks on a Sunday 69 David's Lament over Saul and Jonathan 70 On Occasion of the Meeting on the Factory Bill, Sept. 6, 1832 73 To the Aurora Borealis, October 12, 1838 7S Impromptu on receiving a Letter from my friend Mr. R. in which he rejoices that though very Old he still retains all his faculties, and enjoys every earthly comfort 76 To the Muse 77 Lines written on the Last Evening of the Old Year, 1833 80 Tho Chairing of Sir John Beokett 82 To an Absent One 84 To a Prostrate Oak, nearly a Thousand Years old, blown down by thc Hur ricane, in Fixby Park, February, 1834 PAGE.

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