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PAGI WW Waterprool's Lyrical Monologue.

281 Lady Clare.......

288 Tho Lord of Burleigh...

241 Sir Launcolot and Queen Guinevero.

244 A Farewell.

245 The Beggar Maid.........

246 The Vision of Sin........................

247 The Skipping Ropo.

253 • Move eastward, happy earth, and leave"

254 • Break, break, break "

254 The Poet's Song . ................................. 256 The Princess............................................. 255 - Enoch Arden. ......................................... 861

TO THE QUEEN.

REVERED, beloved, -0 you that hold

A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth,
Could give the warrior kings of old,
Victoria,-since your Royal grace

To one of less desert allows

This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that uttered nothing base;
And should your greatness, and the care

That yokes with empire, yield you time

To make demand of modern rhyme,
If aught of ancient worth be there;
Then-while a sweeter music wakes,

And through wild March the throstle calls,
Where, all about your palace-walls,
The sunlit almond-blossom shakes-

Take, Madam, this poor book of song;

For, though the faults were thick as dust

In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,
And leave us rulers of your blood

As noble till the latest day!
May children of our children say,
She wrought her people lasting good;

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VOL. I.

“Her court was pure; her life sereno;

God gave her peace; her land reposed

A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen;

" And statesmen at her conncil met

Who knew the seasons, when to take

Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet,

By shaping some august decree,

Which kept her throne unshaken stil!

Broad-based upon her people's will,

And compassed by the inviolate sea.' MABOE, 1851.

POEMS.

CLARIB EL.

A MELODY

WHERE Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,

Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,

Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody

Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.

At eve the beetle boometh

Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth

About the mossed headstone: At midnight the moon cometh

And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,

The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,

The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.

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