"Who has not felt, when rapt in thought profound"

"There is a pleasant, green, sequester'd spot"

To the Nightingale

"Within yon mould'ring abbey's portals wide"

"How strange that most familiar things have power"

Spring

Palestine

The Holy Land

On the Crucifixion..

Job xiv, 1, 7, 12, 14, 15

On the lamented Death of a Youthful Friend, W. E-

On the Early Dead

"Of all the poets of the present day"

SONNETS ON METAPHYSICAL SUBJECTS,

"Berkeley, the great, the good, the meek, the wise!"

"How strange that still, tho' man so wise be grown"

"The things of sense are transient,-born to die"

"Tho' man possess such godlike faculties"

"Since man doth lack th' immediate proof to know"

"The vast, the grand, the terrible, sublime"..

"There is but one Creator, Great First Cause".

On Dreams

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POEMS FROM A FORMER VOLUME.

A Mother's Monody on the Death of her Daughter

Meeting and Parting at Sea

Sonnet:-"I had a dream,-a dread and fearful dream !"

Sonnet :-
:-"I had a dream,-a sweet and blissful dream!"

Sonnet:-"'T is sweet to roam in twilight's fading hour"

Sonnet:-"I love ye, ye fair creatures of the night!"

Sonnet :-""T is now the hour of midnight, still and deep”..

On "Philosophy of Perception.-Reid and Brown"

On "Reid and the Philosophy of Common Sense"

On "Berkeley and Idealism"

228

On "The Nature and Elements of the External World"

On "A Specimen of True Philosophy"

242

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POEMS.

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POEMS.

MEMORY'S PAINS AND PLEASURES.

"I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream;"
For Memory rais'd the curtain of the past;
And lo!-as in some stately theatre,
When tearful Tragedy assumes her reign-
There slowly pass'd before my mental sight
The varied scenes and forms of other years,-
The time, the place, the actors of the hour,
With all the sad habiliments of woe.-

Methought I stood, in meditative mood,
As in the early summer of my days,
Within the precincts of a ruin'd fane,-
A vast pagoda of the gods of Ind,-
For 't was a spot for lonely musing form'd,-
A calm, sequester'd, undisturb'd retreat,
And place of refuge from the noon-day sun;-
When suddenly I heard, as in a dream,
A distant sound, and soon beheld from far
A group of Indus' swarthy sons draw nigh,