THE

WREATH:

A

COLLECTION OF POEMS,

FROM

CELEBRATED ENGLISH AUTHORS.

HARTFORD:

PUBLISHED BY SILAS ANDRUS.

Johnstone & Van Norden, Printers.

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 159566

ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS. 1899.

CONTENTS.

THE MINSTREL - Beattie.

"Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb."

THE GRAVE.-Blair.

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9

52

" Whilst some affect the sun, and some the shade."

ELEGY, On the Death of Lady Coventry. -Mason. 76

"The midnight clock has toll'd-and, hark, the bell."

HYMN, from Psalm 148.-Ogilvie.

81

"Begin, my soul, the exalted lay."

THE FIRESIDE. - Cotton.

86

"Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd."

DEATH. Dr. Porteus.

90

"Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes."

THE PASSIONS. - Collins.

101

"When Music, heavenly maid, was young."

DESPONDENCY.-Burns.

106

"Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care."

ON SLAVERY.-Cowper.

109

"But, ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer."

HYMN ON SOLITUDE. -Thompson.

111

"Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude."

HYMN TO DARKNESS.-Yalden.

113

"Darkness, thou first great parent of us all."

ELEGY, written in a Country Church Yard.-Gray. 124
"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day."

ODE TO LEVEN WATER.-Smollet.

85

"On Leven's Banks, while free to rove."

BEAM OF TRANQUILLITY.-Moore.

130

" A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the west."

A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.-Moore.

132

"Faintly as tolls the evening chime."

MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. - Burns.

133

"When chill November's surly blast."

O'CONNOR'S CHILD, or the Flower of Love lies

bleeding.-Campbell.

"Oh! once the Harp of Innisfail."

137

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.-Campbell.

"Our bugles sang truce."

147

THE DYING NEGRO.-Day.

149

" Arm'd with thy sad last gift-the power to die."

HYMN ON the SEASONS.-Thompson.

165

"These, as they change, Almighty Father."

THE HERMIT. - Parnell.

169

"Far in a wild, unknown to public view."

THE TRAVELLER, or a Prospect of Society.-

Goldsmith.

178

"Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow."

THE HERMIT.-Beattie.

193

" At the close of the day when the hamlet is still."

BOAT SONG. Scott.

195

" Hail to the chief who in triumph advances."

THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.-Thompson.

"O mortal man, who livest here by toil."

197

AH! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!
Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime
Hath felt the influence of malignant star,
And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war;
Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown,
And Poverty's unconquerable bar,
In life's low vale remote hath pin'd alone,

Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown.

And yet the languor of inglorious days
Not equally oppressive is to all :

Him, who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise,
The silence of neglect can ne'er appal.

There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call,
Would shrink to hear the obstreperous trump of Fame
Supremely blest, if to their portion fall

Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.

The rolls of fame I will not now explore;
Nor need I here describe in learned lay,