The Pastoral, Or Lyric Muse Of Scotland. Canto Second (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
A butterfly was grieved one dayBecause he could do nought but play;He envied bees and birds and ants,And senseless stones ...
Why idly, shepherd, through the live-long day,In thriftless song thy youthful leisure waste?The busy world now beckons thee away;Oh! quit ...
Died at Hartford, Sunday, May 5th, 1861.She found a painless avenue to makeThe great transition from a world of careTo ...
How varied lies the chequer'd scene!-- Dunmait capt with snow;While humbler smiles, in vernal green, The sun-clad vale below:Gay spring her cheering ...
Toil on! toil on! ye ephemeral train,Who build in the tossing and treacherous main;Toil on,--for the wisdom of man ye ...
I am a peaceful working man,I am not wise or strong,But I can follow Nature's plan,In labour, rest, and song.One ...
Reader! if with no vulgar sympathyThou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,Stay thou thy footsteps near this hallow'd ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
PART THE FIRST.IN THELMON'S breast contending passions rise, While, with resentment stung, he proudly flies; The harmonist divine, to madness ...
SIR OSMOND'S youth in camps was bred,And manly sports still pleas'd his age:Beneath his spear the wolf had bled;His arm ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
YES, DELIA loves! My fondest vows are blest;Farewel the memory of her past disdain;One kind relenting glance has heal'd my ...
Written Just Before Leaving EnglandTHERE are bright mountains in the happy West;The sun's last rays upon their summits rest;Above their ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
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