Poetic Sketches eBook

Thomas Gent
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Poetic Sketches.

Poetic Sketches eBook

Thomas Gent
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Poetic Sketches.

SONNET

Lines, written on the sixth of September

Sonnet—­To Faith

Stanzas

Sonnet—­To Hope

Thoughts on Peace

Sonnet—­To Charity

Prologue to Public Readings

Sonnet—­The Beggar

To ——. —­Come, Jenny, let me sip the dew

* The Runaway

* Song—­The Blue-eyed Maid

Bertram and Anna

Invocation to Sleep

Sonnet—­To Music

0!  Nymph with cheeks of roseate hue

On the Death of General Washington

Song—­Oh! never will I leave my love

* Burlesque sonnet—­To a Bee

Mary

Sonnet—­To Lydia, on her Birth-Day

Stanzas, written Impromtu on the late Peace

Sonnet—­To ——­ on her Recovery from Illness

* A Fragment

Lines, to the Memory of a Lady

* The Recall of the Hero

Lines, written on seeing the Children of the Naval Asylum

* Rosa’s Grave

Lines, written in Hornsey Wood

Sonnet—­To ——­

The Complaint

SONNET

* Reflections of a Poet, on being invited to a great Dinner

Sonnet—­On seeing a Young Lady confined in a Madhouse

To Thaddeus

Sonnet—­To a Lyre

Address to Albion

Sonnet—­On the Death of Toussaint L’Ouverture

Epitaph—­On Matilda

Sonnet—­To Peace

* Love

* Sonnet—­In the Manner of the Moderns

* Lines, delivered at a Young Ladies’ Boarding School

On the Death of Sir Ralph Abercrombie

To ——­

Sonnet—­To Melancholy

* Prometheus

To my Readers_ [This section may no longer exist.]

TO THE REVIEWERS.

Oh, ye! enthron’d in presidential awe,
To give the song-smit generation law;
Who wield Apollo’s delegated rod,
And shake Parnassus with your sovereign nod;
A pensive Pilgrim, worn with base turmoils,
Plebian cares, and mercenary toils,
Implores your pity, while with footsteps rude,
He dares within the mountain’s pale intrude;
For, oh! enchantment through its empire dwells,
And rules the spirit with Lethean spells;
By hands unseen aerial harps are hung,
And Spring, like Hebe, ever fair and young,
On her broad bosom rears the laughing loves,
And breathes bland incense through the warbling groves;
Spontaneous, bids unfading blossoms blow. 
And nectar’d streams mellifluously flow. 
There, while the Muses, wanton, unconfin’d,
And wreaths resplendent round their temples bind,
’Tis yours, to strew their steps with votive

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