Caroline Wigley Clive
Nine Poems
(1841)
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About the print version:
"Of IX Poems by V, we emphatically say in old Greek, baia men alla roda. It is
an Ennead to which every Muse may have contributed her Ninth. The stanzas
printed by us in Italics are, in our judgment, worthy of any one of our greatest
poets in his happiest moments." --Quarterly Review, Sept. 1840.
IX POEMS
BY
V.
Second Edition With Some Additions. London
Saunders and Otley, Conduit Street.
1841.
London: Printed by Blatch and Lampert, Grove Place, Brompton.
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_________________ERRATUM. Page 46, second line from the bottom, for "lost," read "last."
STARLIGHT.
DARKLING methinks the path of life is grown,
And Solitude and Sorrow close around;
My fellow-travellers one by one are gone,
Their home is reach'd, but mine must still be found.
The sun that set as the last bow'd his head,
To cross the threshold of his resting place,
Has left the world devoid of all that made
Its business, pleasure, happiness, and grace.
But I have still the desert path to trace;
Nor with the day has my day's work an end;
And winds and shadows through the cold air chase,
And earth looks dark where walk'd we friend with friend.
And yet thus wilder'd, not without a guide,
I wander on amid the shades of night;
My home-fires gleam, methinks, and round them glide
My friends at peace, far off, but still in sight;
For through the closing gloom, mine eyesight goes
Further in heav'n than when the day was bright;
And there as Earth still dark and darker grows,
Shines out for every shade a world of light.
1828.
AT LLYNCMSTRAETHY.
AS one whose country his distraught with war,
Where each must guard his own with ...
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