DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell; The wished-for point was reached–but at an hour When little could be gained from that rich dower Of prospect, whereof many…
LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; And Innocence hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes; And feats of cunning; and the pretty round Of trespasses,…
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? -It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real…
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal:…
IS it a reed that’s shaken by the wind, Or what is it that ye go forth to see? Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low degree, Men known, and men…
FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names: This is young Buonaparte’s natal day, And his is henceforth an established sway- Consul for life. With worship France proclaims Her approbation,…
LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat But benefits, his gift, we trace– Expressed in every eye we meet Round this dear Vale, his native place. To stately Hall…
The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air slumbers-wave with wave no longer strives, Only a heaving of the…
It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world’s praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, “with pomp of…
Immured in Bothwell’s Towers, at times the Brave (So beautiful is the Clyde) forgot to mourn The liberty they lost at Bannockburn. Once on those steeps I roamed at large,…