Poetry in 19th Century Newspapers (6)

Robert Browning. Evelyn Hope

Published in The Bristol Mercury Saturday, January 12, 1856; Issue 3434.

Verse 1

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead-

Sit and watch by her side an hour.

That is her book-shelf, this her bed;

She plucked that piece of geranium-flower,

Beginning to die too, in the glass.

Little has been changes, I think-

The shutters are shut, no light many pass

Save two long rays through the hinge’s chink.

Verse 7

I loved you, Evelyn, all the while;

My heart seemed full as it could hold;

There was a place and to spare for the frank young smile

And the red young mouth and the hair’s young gold.

So, hush I will give you this leaf to keep;

See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand.

There that is our secret! go to sleep;

You will wake, and remember, and understand.

[ends]

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Brighton Patriot and Lewes Free Press etc (Brighton, England), Tuesday, April 7, 1835; Issue 7.

REMONSTRANCE
Addressed to a young Lady at Lewes, for wearing Tory colours on the 9th March, 1835.

The Sullen purple's used to hide
The gloomy tyrants savage pride;
A veil to cover Royal Shame,
And deck full many a hated name.
O pluck the servile badge away,
'Tis neither lovely, glad, nor gay.

Leave stern rough man to war and strife;
Woman, the softening diadem of life,
Why should she seek to show a zeal
That man, and only man, can feel.
Love love the calm; away he flies
When Discord's ugly storma arise.

But if the wish inspires thy heart
In politics to take a part,
Chose virtue's* side, - nor e'er be found
On tryanny's+ accursed ground.
Side not with those who made thee slave,
But those who generous freedom gave.

O pluck that servile badge away,
'Tis neither innocent nor gay;
Britannia treads it in the dust,
With hate as deep as it is just.
Then give me leave to deck thy hair
With something worthy to be there.

Nor earth the color can supply
Soft as thine onw mild gentle eye.
The wreath my hand would twine for you
Should be of Heven's unfading blue./
It has endured, and shall endure,
Fit emblem for the brave and pure.

OTHEGREEN.

* Radicals + Tories / Kemp

Middlesbrough Gazette Sat March 3 , 1877

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Birmingham Daily Post (Birmingham, England), Wednesday, February 24, 1858

On Hearing of the Introduction of Foreign Spies into Our Police Force

By H.Y.

Verses 8 and 9

In air a spirit midway stands,
Its voice falls on the wave;
In dark despair its outstretched hands
Are reaching far to save
From death the Queen of many lands

From wave to wave its voice is borne;
Salt tears from ocean flow;
A dry, a wailing tune forlorn
It echoes sadly low-
The crown is lost by Albion worn.

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From the Belfast Newsletter January 31, 1834

Remember Oh! Remember.

[By] Sarah. Belfast

Verse 3

Remenber, oh! Remember,
Till you shall sink in death
How first you sought my mother's home
With falsehood on your breath------
With the promises you made to me,
Your hands upraised to heaven,
And I will pray at mercy's throne
That thou may'st be forgiven.

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From the Aberdeen Journal of 14 Nov 1838, issue 4740

Scotland [by] A., of Gosport, verse 2:

Go! When the setting sun’s departing beam
Has lit the wave with gold in loch and stream;
When brae and lonely scaur are hush’d and still,
And all is silent on the heath and hill;
When the soft echoes of the pilbroch swell
Their twilight music through the listening dell;
Then watch the Evening shadows stealing o’er
The beelting cliff, where Dee’s hoarse waters pour
Their rapid flood, and whirling torrents leap
In joyous freedom, from the foamy steep ----
And ask your bounding heart, “What other land
Such scenes of pride and beauty can command?

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After the death of the Duke of Wellington on 14 September 1852, Martin Tupper wrote his 'Dirge for Wellington'; this was published on the 9 October 1852 in the Isle of Wight Observer, the first of 23 verses being:

“A voice of lamentation
From the Islands of the Sea!
Alas, thou sorrowing Nation
Bereav’d – Alas for Thee!
The wail of a mother
Weeping for her son, -
When shall she bear another
Like that Illustrious One!”