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CONTENTS.
ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS. IN SERIES--
PART I.-FROM THE INTRODUCTION OF CHRISTIANITY INTO
BRITAIN, TO THE CONSUMMATION OF THE PAPAL
DOMINION-
I. INTRODUCTION.
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XXIV. SAXON MONASTERIES, AND LIGHTS AND SHADES OF
THE RELIGION.
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PART II. TO THE CLOSE OF THE TROUBLES IN THE REIGN
OF CHARLES I.—
I. How SOON-ALAS DID MAN, CREATED pure.
II. FROM FALSE ASSUMPTION ROSE, AND
HAILED.
III. CISTERTIAN MONASTERY.
IV. DEPLORABLE HIS LOT WHO TILLS THE GROUND.
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FONDLY
V. MONKS AND SCHOOLMEN.
VI. OTHER BENEFITS.
VII. CONTINUED.
VIII. CRUSADERS.
IX. AS FAITH THUS SANCTIFIED THE WARRIOR'S
CREST.
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X. WHERE LONG AND DEEPLY HATH BEEN FIXED
THE ROOT.
XI. TRANSUBSTANTIATION.
XII. THE VAUDOIS.
SPRINGS.
XIII. PRAISED BE THE RIVERS, FROM THEIR MOUNTAIN
XIV. WALDENSES.
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XXXVI. GENERAL VIEW OF THE TROUBLES OF THE RE-
PART III.-FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE PRESENT TIMES—
XII. DOWN A SWIFT STREAM, THUS FAR, A BOLD
XIII. ASPECTS OF CHRISTIANITY IN AMERICA.-I. THE
PILGRIM FATHERS.
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XIV. II. CONTINUED.
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XV. III. CONCLUDED-AMERICAN EPISCOPACY.
XVI. BISHOPS AND PRIESTS, BLESSED ARE YE, IF DEEP.
XVII. PLACES OF WORSHIP.
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XLIII. INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE.
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TO THE LADY FLEMING, ON SEEing the FoundATION PREPARING
FOR THE ERECTION OF RYDAL CHAPEL, WESTMORELAND.
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NOT LOVE, NOT WAR, NOR THE TUMULTUOUS SWELL.
A VOLANT TRIBE OF BARDS ON EARTH ARE FOund.
A FLOWER GARDEN, AT COLEORTON HALL, LEICESTERSHIRE.
TO THE LADY E. B. AND THE HON. MISS P.
TO THE TORREnt at the DeviL'S BRIDGE, North Wales, 1824.
COMPOSED AMONG THE RUINS OF A CASTLE IN NORTH WALES.
ELEGIAC STANZAS.
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CENOTAPH.
EPITAPH IN THE CHAPEL-YARD OF LANGDALE, WESTMORELAND.
THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN.
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ONCE I COULD HAIL (HOWE'ER SERENE THE SKY).
THE MASSY WAYS, CARRIED ACROSS THESE HEIGHTS.
FAREWELL LINES.
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ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF A HARP.
MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS-
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DEDICATION.
HER ONLY PILOT the soft BREEZE, THE BOAT.
WHY, MINSTREL, THESE UNTUNEFUL MURMURINGS,
SCORN NOT THE SONNET; CRITIC, YOU HAVE FROWNED.
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