0 THE WREATH; A COLLECTION OF POEMS, FROM CELEBRATED ENGLISH AUTHORS. NEW-YORK: PUBLISHED BY W. B. GILLEY AND H. I. MEGAREY. CONTENTS. THE MINSTREL.-Beattie, "Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb." THE GRAVE.-Blair, "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 148.-Ogilvie, . 66 Begin, my soul, the exalted lay." THE FIRE-SIDE.-Cotton, DEATH.-Dr. Porteus, "Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd." "Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes." THE PASSIONS.-Collins, "When Music, heavenly maid, was young." DESPONDENCY.—Burns, "Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care." ON SLAVERY.-Cowper, "But, ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer." HYMN ON SOLITUDE.-Thompson, "Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude." HYMN TO DARKNESS.-Yalden, "When lovely woman stoops to folly." EDWIN AND ANGELINA.-Goldsmith, "Turn, gentle Hermit of the dale." "Darkness, thou first great parent of us all." STANZAS ON WOMAN.-Goldsmith, Page 13 55 85 89 93 104 109 112 114 116 119 120 Page ELEGY, written in a CountryChurch-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, "A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the West." A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.-Moore, "Faintly as tolls the evening chime." MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.-Burns, "When chill November's surly blast." O'CONNOR'S CHILD, or the Flower of love lies bleeding.-Campbell, "Arm'd with thy sad last gift-the power to die." HYMN ON THE SEASONS.-Thomson, "These, as they change, Almighty Father!" THE HERMIT.-Parnell, "Far in a wild, unknown to public view." THE TRAVELLER, or a Prospect of Society. Goldsmith, "Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.' , THE HERMIT.-Beattie, "Oh! once the Harp of Innisfail." THE SOLDIER'S DREAM,-Campbell. "Our bugles sang truce-for the night cloud had low'r'd." THE DYING NEGRO.-Day, 153 "At the close of the day when the hamlet is still." BOAT SONG.-Scott, "Hail to the chief who in triumph advances." THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.-Thomson, "O mortal man, who livest here by toil." 134 136 137 141 151 169 173 181 196 199 201 |