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... Poetry. LINEN Written while looking at the statue of her Majesty Queen Victoria, and the figures of Justice and Clemency on each side of her, in the Prince's Chamber, Westminster, executed by John Gibson, Esq., ILA , the celebrated Welsh sculptor. Fair ...

... POETRY. A BAEZ SMILING hN SLEW. Of such Is the kingdom of God.-BY. Lugs. That smile of thine is not of earth. this worlds evil, or It. worth, Or of Its sorrow, or is mirth Thou east no thought. Far babe, from heaven so moldy WM. Its glory, purity, and ...

... POETRY• A TEAR. Toll now for one who claims a grave to ftll Against the pleadings of his country's will. And whose young age to us a hill appears Meant for the prospect of a:wilding years. Toll for a mind of strum and shining sense. Attended by the grace ...

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... Poetry. AUTUMN. Fair Autumn's coming, see th' leaves Are decid in 'olden hue, And some in rosy colours clothed, Tinted with azure blue. The flow'rets, too, have closed their lids, And droop their heads to die ; The sombre firs alone shall lire To spend ...

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... POETRY. YEMORT OF AB I rim- gone ! to leave to here In hearts drowned with tsars may bring relief. mom than thy ! t faithful son of Britain, ever true. Who well but labottred for thy econstry's sake ! The better tutors shall thy lame renew, And In thy ...

... POETRY. THE LATE HON. CATHERINE WYNN. Oh softly breathe that name And bless,—for who could blame A life below as purest snow, Ere it's dissolving came? With rich and fragrant wreath, Lake sweet the ground beneath; Where Catherine Wynn, the gift of Glyn ...

... POETRY• TO SOPHOS—AN IMITATION. TRU money VASIL My lovely flowers, so lately culled, All dewy from the verdant earth, Whose buds just opening to the sun, Not yet had all their beauty birth. Sweet gift of love ! I hoped to ewe Thy metres unfold, thy buds ...

... POETRY• ACROSTIC ON Beautiful bri.le of North Cambria's &ea, Always 'Ms cbaruirtg tore-visit thee; humbling along thy bright winds is pleasure-- Must briag t.. ,all of health a full measure. Oh ! from prospect surprising . ; Up, up in what torm there ...