A PHILOSOPHIC maid, with tranquil mind,Life's gayer scenes and youth's fond hopes resign'd,Left Piercefield's lov'd retreats, from childhood dear,And came ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
"WHENCE are those tranquil joys, in mercy giv'n, To light the wilderness with beams of Heav'n? To sooth our cares, ...
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wearThat which disfigures it. ...
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
I'LL on; for what should hinder meFrom loving and enjoying thee?Thou canst not those exceptions make,Which vulgar, sordid mortals take-That ...
"AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, ...
I SAT once more within a tangl'd wood, Beside a quiet river, on whose breast A world of trees look'd ...
Thou thing of years departed! What ages have gone by,Since here the mournful seal was set By love and agony! ...
The second, with a brow serenely calm,And eye of inspiration, is the child,The favour'd child of Song, and o'er his ...
Come turn with me, and gaze on that fair moon !—"Her beams must fade, and we be parted soon !"How ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
STRANGER! the MAN OF NATURE lies not here: Enshrin'd far distant by his rival's side His relics rest, there by ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze! E'en Fame, that cherishes the ...
Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the ...
'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold, Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow; Nor cheek of ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
