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THE

WREATH:

А

COLLECTION OF POEMS,

FROM

CELEBRATED ENGLISH AUTHORS.

NEW-YORK:

PUBLISHED BY W. B. GILLEY AND H. I. MEGAREY.

J. Seymour, printer.

THE NEW YORK TUILLEA

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CONTENTS.

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THE MINSTREL.—Beattie,

13

“Ah! wbo can tell how hard it is to climb."

THE GRAVE.—Blair,

55

" Whilst some affect the sun, and some the shade."

ELEGY, On the Death of Lady Coventry.--Mason, 80

“The mid-night clock has toll?d-and, hark, the bell."

Hymn, from Psalm 198.- Ogilvie,

:85

“ Begin, my soul,the esalsed lay,"

TAE FIRE-SIDE.—Cottoriga

89

“ Dear Chloe, while the busy ercwd.'

DEATH.—Dr. Porteus,

93

“ Friend to the wretch whom overy friend forságés."**

THE Passions.—Collins, i,

104

“ When Music, heavenly maid, was young."

DESPONDENCY.-Burns,

109

Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care."

ON SLAVERY.-Cowper,

112

“ But, ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer."

HYMN ON SOLITUDE.—Thompson,

114

“ Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude."

HYMN TO DARKNESS.--Yalden,

116

“ Darkness, thou first great parent of us all."

STANZAS ON WOMAN.–Goldsmith,

119

“When lovely woman stoops to folly.”

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.-Goldsmith,

120

“ Tura, gentle Hermit of the dale."

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ELEGY, written in a Country Church-yard. Gray, 127

“ The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.”

ODE TO LEVEN WATER.--Smollet,

133

“On Leven's Banks, while free to rove."

BEAM OF TRANQUILLITY.-Moore,

134

“A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the West."

A CANADIAN Boat Song.-Moore,

136

“ Faintly as tolls the evening chime."

MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.—Burns,

137

“ When chill November's surly blast."

O'Connor'S CHILD, or the Flower of love lies

bleeding.–Campbell,

141

CON ! once the Harp of Innisfail.”

THE SOLVIER'S DREAM,

Campbell
.

151
Your bůgles sang truce for the night cloud had low'r'd."
THE DYTAG NEGRO.-Day,

153
“ Arnd with

thy wad last gift-the power to die.”
HYMNON TEE SEASONS.Thomson,

169

* These as they change Almighty Father!"

THE HERMIT. Párneil,

173

“ Far in a wild, unknown to public view."

THE TRAVELLER, or a Prospect of Society.-

Goldsmith,

181

“ Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow."

THE HERMIT.-Beattie,

196

“At the close of the day when the hamlet is still.”

Boat Song.-Scott,

199

“ Hail to the chief who in triumph advances."

THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.-Thomson,

“O mortal man, who livest here by toil."

201