[20] Could soothe the conscious horrors of her mind M. C. horror] horrors The Watchman. [22] tearful] lovely M. C. THE FADED FLOWER[70:1] Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk, Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay. Ah! melancholy emblem! had I seen 5 Thy modest beauties dew'd with Evening's gem, I had not rudely cropp'd thy parent stem, But left thee, blushing, 'mid the enliven'd green And now I bend me o'er thy wither'd bloom, And drop the tear--as Fancy, at my side, 10 Deep-sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb-- 'Like thine, sad Flower, was that poor wanderer's pride! Oh! lost to Love and Truth, whose selfish joy Tasted her vernal sweets, but tasted to destroy!' 1794. FOOTNOTES: [70:1] First published in the _Monthly Magazine_, August, 1836. First collected in _P. W._, 1893. THE OUTCAST[71:1] Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn! Remorse that man on his death-bed possess, Who in the credulous hour of tenderness Betrayed, then cast thee forth to Want and Scorn! The world is pitiless: the chaste one's pride 5 Mimic of Virtue scowls on thy distress: Thy Loves and they that envied thee deride: And Vice alone will shelter Wretchedness! O! I could weep to think that there should be Cold-bosom'd lewd ones, who endure to place 10 Foul offerings on the shrine of Misery, And force from Famine the caress of Love; May He shed healing on the sore disgrace, He, the great Comforter that rules above! ? 1794. FOOTNOTES: [71:1] First published in 1796: included in 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829, and 1834. 'The first half of Effusion xv was written by the Author of "Joan of Arc", an Epic Poem.' Preface to _Poems_, 1796, p. xi. LINENOTES: Title] Effusion xv. 1796: Sonnet vii. 1797: Sonnet vi. 1803: Sonnet ix. 1828, 1829, and 1834: An Unfortunate 1893. [7] Thy kindred, when they see thee, turn aside 1803. [9] O I am sad 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829. [10] Men, born of woman 1803. [13-14] Man has no feeling for thy sore Disgrace: Keen blows the Blast upon the moulting Dove. 1803. [13] the] thy 1796, 1797, 1828. DOMESTIC PEACE[71:2] [FROM 'THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE', ACT I, L. 210] Tell me, on what holy ground May Domestic Peace be found? Halcyon daughter of the skies, Far on fearful wings she flies, From the pomp of Sceptered State, 5 From the Rebel's noisy hate. In a cottag'd vale She dwells, Listening to the Sabbath bells! Still around her steps are seen Spotless Honour's meeker mien, 10 Love, the sire of pleasing fears, Sorrow smiling through her tears, And conscious of the past employ Memory, bosom-spring of joy. 1794. FOOTNOTES: