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In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire.
FELIX DARLEY _J. Cooper_ 34
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 36
ANNABEL LEE.
_I_ was a child and _she_ was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 42
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 44
ISRAFEL.
In heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute.”
P. DUGGAN _W. J. Linton_ 48
TO ZANTE.
Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 53
THE HAUNTED PALACE.
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
A. M. MADOT _E. Evans_ 58
EULALIE.
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my
blushing bride—
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my
smiling bride.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 62
TO ONE IN PARADISE.
Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore.
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 65
DREAM-LAND.
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 69
THE SLEEPER.
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
BIRKET FOSTER _E. Evans_ 72
FOR ANNIE.
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 78
ELDORADO.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow.
F. R. PICKERSGILL _W. J. Linton_ 83
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore.
BIRKET FOSTER _J. Cooper_ 85
THE CITY IN THE SEA.
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone.
JASPER CROPSEY _W. J. Linton_ 87
The waves have now a redder glow—
The hours are breathing faint and low.
JASPER CROPSEY _W. J. Linton_ 89
SCENES FROM “POLITIAN.”
View of Rome. PERCIVAL SKELTON _J. Cooper_ 93
Heard I aright?
I speak to him—he speaks of Lalage!
F. R. PICKERSGILL _Hammond_ 97