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Title: Poems

Author: Walter R. Cassels

Release Date: November 29, 2003 [EBook #10328]

Language: English

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POEMS

BY

WALTER R. CASSELS

LONDON

1856

CONTENTS.

MABEL
HEBE
SPRING
THE BITTERN
GONE
BEATRICE DI TENDA
SERENADE
THE EAGLE
WHITHER?
THE MORNING STAR
THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS
THE DARK RIVER
WYTHAM WOODS
THE STAR IN THE EAST
UNDER THE SEA
WIND
A CHALLENGE
AT PARTING
A WITHERED ROSE-BUD
DE PROFUNDIS
THE MOTHER
SONNET--DATUR HORA QUIETI
SEA MARGINS
SONG--"LOVE TOOK ME SOFTLY BY THE HAND"
THE BELL
LLEWELLYN
A SHELL
THE RAVEN
SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON
THE PASSAGE-BIRDS
MEMNON
A CONCEIT
THE LAND'S END
THE OLDEN TIME
FATHER AND SON
ORION
THE GOLDEN WATER
YEARS AGO
VULCAN
SONG--"THE DAYS ARE PAST"
GUY OF WARWICK
AT EVENTIDE
A DIRGE
TO MY DREAM-LOVE
A NIGHT SCENE
SONNET--"O CLOUD SO GOLDEN"
FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER
ORPHEUS
THE SCULPTOR

M A B E L,
A Sketch.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

ORAN, _a Speculative Philosopher._
MABEL, _his Wife._
HER FATHER.
MAURICE, }
ROGER, } _her brothers._

MABEL.

SCENE I--_A Study. Books, pictures, and sculpture
about the room, interspersed with chemical and other
instruments, globes, &c.; a singular blending of science
with art, indicating a delicate and speculative organization
in the arranger_.

ORAN, MAURICE, _and_ ROGER.

ORAN.

Well, well! and so ye deem I love her not,
Ye and the world that love so passing well?--
That still I trifle with her bright young life,
As the wind plays with some frail water-bell,
Wafting it wantonly about the sky,
Till at some harsher breath it breaks and dies?

MAURICE.

Nay, not thus far would our reflections go.
Friendship paints not with the foul brush of Conscience!
But thou, a man of dark and mystic aims,
Tracking out Science through forbidden ways,
Leaving the light and trodden paths to grope
'M