The isle of palms, and other poems

Front matter

THE

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OTHER POEMS.

Canto IV. 1 139 Angler's Tent 181

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Hermitage 223

Lines on Reading the Memoirs of Miss Smith 234?

Hymn to Spring 246

Melrose Abbey 257

Extract from the " Hearth" 264

The French Exile 269

The Three Seasons of Love 277

To a Sleeping Child 280

My Cottage ... 290

Lines written on the Banks of Windermere, after

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Apology for the little Naval Temple on Starrs'

Point, Windermere 312

Picture of a Blind Man 317

Troutbeck Chapel 323

Peace and Innocence 329

Loughrig Tarn « , 333

Mary 340

Lines written at a little Well by the Roadside,

Langdale 345

Lines written on seeing a Picture by Berghem, of

an Ass in a Storm-Shower 351

On Reading Mr Clarkson's History of the Abolition of the Slave Trade 357

The Fallen Oak 362

Nature Outraged 366

Lines written by Moonlight at Sea « 378

The Nameless Stream 380

Art and Nature 385

Sonnet I. — Written on the Banks of Wastwater,

during a Storm , 388

Sonnet II — Written on the Banks of Wastwater,

during a Calm,...., 389

Sonnet III — Written at Midnight, on Helm-Crag 390

Sonnet IV The Voice of the Mountains 391

Sonnet V.— The Evening-Cloud 392

Sonnet VI. — Written on the Sabbath-Day 393

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Sonnet VII.-— Written on Skiddaw, during a Tempest , 394

Sonnet VIII 395

Sonnet IX.— Written on the Evening I heard of

the Death of my Friend, William Dunlop 396

Lines sacred to the Memory of The Rev. James

Grahame, Author of" The Sabbath," &c. ... 397

THE

Canto First

J.T is the midnight hour : — the beauteous Sea,

Calm as the cloudless heaven, the heaven discloses,

While many a sparkling star, in quiet glee,

Far down within the watery sky reposes.

As if the Ocean's heart were stirr'd

With inward life, a sound is heard,

Like that of dreamer murmuring in his sleep ;

'Tis partly the billow, and partly the air,

That lies like a garment floating fair

Above the happy Deep.

The sea, I ween, cannot be fann'd

By evening freshness from the land,.

For the land it is far away ;

But God hath wilTd that the sky-born breeze

In the centre of the loneliest seas

Should ever sport and play.

The mighty Moon she sits above,

Encircled with a zone of love,

A zone of dim and tender light

That makes her wakeful eye more bright :

She seems to shine with a sunny ray,

And the night looks like a mellow'd day !

The gracious Mistress of the Main

Hath now an undisturbed reign,

And from her silent throne looks down,

As upon children of her own,

On the waves that lend their gentle breast

In gladness for her couch of rest !

My spirit sleeps amid the calm The sleep of a new delight ; And hopes that she ne'er may awake again, But for ever hang o'er the lovely main,