Poem by Thomas Campbell

To a Young Lady, Who Asked Him to Write Something Original for Her Album

An original something, dear maid, you would win me
          To write – but how shall I begin?
For I fear I have nothing original in me –
          Excepting Original Sin.

1. O’Connor’s Child; Or, the Flower of Love Lies Bleeding
2. Lines on the View from St. Leonard’s
3. The Beech Tree's Petition
4. Lines on the Camp Hill, near Hastings
5. Poland

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