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TALFOURD, SIR THOMAS.

Innocence ... ...

Duty
TAYLOR, EMILY.

Stanzas ... ..
TENNYSON, ALFRED.

The Deserted House
Remembrance
Gentleness
Mariana in the Moated Grange
Music
Woman's Eyes ...
The Voice of Grief
A Subject for a Painting ...
A Smile ...
Morning ... .•
Stars
Paris
A wilful little Lady
Profound Grief
Stars
Youth and Age ...
Love

Insipid Flattery ...
TINSLEY, MRS. C.

Blessed be God for Flowers

The New Order of Nobility
THOMSON.

Spring Showers . ...
TOWNSEND, REV. CHAUNCEY HARE.

To a Friend
TRENCH, R. C.

Life through Death
A Walk in a Churchyard ...
Envy and Love ...

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WILLIS, N. P.

The Elms of New Haven ...
On the Picture of a Girl leading her Blind Mother through

the Wood
The Belfry Pigeon
Idleness

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Dawn

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To a Stolen Ring ...
On the Picture of a Child tired of play ...
Solitude ...
Thoughts while making the grave of a new-born Child

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WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM.

A Simile ...
The Cottager to her Infant
Star Gazers ...
I wandered Lonely ...
A Lonely Grave ...
Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on re-

visiting the Banks of the Wye, during a Tour, July 13,

1790 ... ... ... ... ... ...
Worship...

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WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM-Continued.

Life and Death ...
The Blind Man's Touch
Nature's Lessons
Duty
Contentment
The Sailor ...
Nutting ... ...
Nature's Teachings
Soul of Divine Origin

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YENDYS, SYDNEY.

Night Scenes
YOUATT, ELIZABETH.

Jubilate ....
YOUNG

The Eye ...
Night
Past Time

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Beautiful Purtry.

TO AN INFANT SMILING AS IT AWOKE.

The following exquisite composition came into the possession of one of the Editors many years ago from a source he cannot remember, nor has he been enabled to discover who was the author, or if it has yet appeared in print. Certainly the best of our poets might be proud to claim it as his own.

AFTER the sleep of night as some still lake

Displays the cloudless heaven in reflection,
And, dimpled by the breezes, seems to break

Into a waking smile of recollection,
As if from its calm depths the morning light
Call’d up the pleasant dreams that gladden'd night-

So doth the laughing azure of those eyes

Display a mental heaven of its own : In that illumined smile I recognise

The sunlight of a sphere to us unknown; Thou hast been dreaming of some previous bliss In other worlds—for thou art new to this.

Hast thou been wafted to elysian bowers

In some blest star, where thou hast pre-existed;
Inhaled the extatic fragrancy of flowers

About the golden harps of seraphs twisted ;
Or heard the nightingales of paradise
Hymn choral songs and joyous harmonies ?
Perchance all breathing life is but an essence

Of the great Fountain Spirit in the sky,
And thou hast dream'd of that transcendant presence

Whence thou hast fall’n-a dew-drop from on high--
Destined to lose, as thou shalt mix with earth,
Those bright recallings of thy heavenly birth,

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We deem thy mortal memory but begun;

But hast thou no remembrance of the past,
No lingering twilight of a former sun

Which o'er thy slumbering faculties hath cast
Shadows of unimaginable things
Too high, or deep, for human fathomings ?
Perhaps, while reason's earliest fount is heightening,

Athwart thine eyes celestial sights are given,
As skies that open to let out the lightning

Display a transitory glimpse of heaven; And thou art wrapt in visions all too bright For aught but seraphim or infant's sight.

Emblem of heavenly purity and bliss !

Mysterious type, which none can understand !
Let me with reverence then approach to kiss

Limbs lately touch'd by the Creator's hand.
So awful art thou, that I feel more prone
To ask thy blessing than bestow mine own.

GOOD NIGHT.

This sweet little poem was written by Miss LANDON, better known, perhaps, as L. E. L. We feel it to be the utterance of a strong emotion ; it awakens our own emotions by sympathy, and that is the mission of poetry, whether it be uttered in rhyine or prose. Another charm of this lyric is its unity.

Good Night !--what a sudden shadow
Has fallen upon the air,
I look not around the chamber,
I know he is not there.
Sweetness has left the music,
And gladness left the light,
My cheek has lost its colour ;
How could he say Good night!
And why should be take with him
The happiness he brought ?
Alas! s'ich fleeting pleasure
Is all too dearly bought,

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