The Budget--quite charming and witty--no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it;-- Great comfort to find, tho' the speech isn't cheering,...
Sweet Memory! thou faculty divine-- Triumphant o'er the cruel hand of Time! On thy tablets we may trace The lines his fingers ne'er efface, And take with us till latest day...
No warrior he, a village lad, needing nor words nor other prod To point his duty; he was glad to tread the path his fathers trod. Week days he worked in wood and field;...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a woman that has left you. Mix sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,...
Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill? Yon petty Steep in truth the fearful Rock, Tarpeian named of yore, and keeping still That name, a local Phantom proud to mock The Traveler's expectation? Could our Will...
I saw far off the dark top of a Pine Look like a cloud, a slender stem the tie That bound it to its native earth, poised high 'Mid evening hues, along the horizon line,...
Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales Deeply embosomed, and your winding shores Of either sea an Islander by birth, A Mountaineer by habit, would resound Your praise, in meet accordance with your claims...
Those old credulities, to nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of History, stript naked as a rock 'Mid a dry desert? What is it we hear? The glory of Infant Rome must disappear,...
Days passed and Monte Calvo would not clear His head from mist; and, as the wind sobbed through Albano's dripping Ilex avenue, My dull forebodings in a Peasant's ear...
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered, In whose experience trusting, day by day Treasures I gained with zeal that neither feared The toils nor felt the crosses of the way,...
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same Involved a history of no doubtful sense, History that proves by inward evidence From what a precious source of truth it came....
They who have seen the noble Roman's scorn Break forth at thought of laying down his head, When the blank day is over, garroted In his ancestral palace, where, from morn...
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn: O'er man and beast a not unwelcome boon Is shed, the languor of approaching noon; To shady rest withdrawing or withdrawn...
Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise, Ungentle, or untouched by seemly ruth, Who, gathering up all that Time's envious tooth Has spared of sound and grave realities,...
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, Heaved less for thy bright plains and hills bestrown With monuments decayed or overthrown, For all that tottering stands or prostrate lies,...
For action born, existing to be tried, Powers manifold we have that intervene To stir the heart that would too closely screen Her peace from images to pain allied. What wonder if at midnight, by the side...