Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds, and storms, And falling leaves, and pastures lost to flowers; A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms, More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,...
Elia, thy reveries and visioned themes To care's lorn heart a luscious pleasure prove; Wild as the mystery of delightful dreams, Soft as the anguish of remembered love:...
Arise, my Isabel, arise! The sun shoots forth his early ray, The hue of love is in the skies, The birds are singing, come away! O come, my Isabella, come, With inky tendrils hanging low;...
The lark's in the sky, love, The flowers on the lea, The whitethorn's in bloom, love, To please thee and me; 'Neath its shade we can rest, love, And sit on the hill, And as last we met, love,...
I cannot touch the harp again, And sing another idle lay, To cool a maddening, burning brain, And drive the midnight fiend away. Music, own sister to the soul. Bids roses bloom on cheeks all pale;...
Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? The spring is come, and birds are building nests; The old cock robin to the stye is come, With olive feathers and its ruddy breast;...
Poet of mighty power, I fain Would court the muse that honoured thee, And, like Elisha's spirit, gain A part of thy intensity; And share the mantle which she flung Around thee, when thy lyre was strung....
O spirit of the wind and sky, Where doth thy harp neglected lie? Is there no heart thy bard to be, To wake that soul of melody? Is liberty herself a slave? No! God forbid it! On, ye brave! ...
Thy glance is the brightest, Thy voice is the sweetest, Thy step is the lightest, Thy shape the completest: Thy waist I could span, dear, Thy neck's like a swan's, dear, And roses the sweetest...
Thou lowly cot, where first my breath I drew, Past joys endear thee, childhood's past delight; Where each young summer's pictur'd on my view; And, dearer still, the happy winter-night,...
With filial duty I address thee, Mother, Thou dearest tie which this world's wealth possesses; Endearing name! no language owns another That half the tenderness and love expresses;...
O once I had a true love, As blest as I could be: Patty was my turtle dove, And Patty she loved me. We walked the fields together, By roses and woodbine, In Summer's sunshine weather,...
The heroes of the present and the past Were puny, vague, and nothingness to thee: Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last, And strain for glory when thy die was cast....
O sweetly wild and 'witching Poesy! Thou light of this world's hermitage I prove thee; And surely none helps loving thee that knows thee, A soul of feeling cannot help but love thee....
Lovely insect, haste away, Greet once more the sunny day; Leave, O leave the murky barn, Ere trapping spiders thee discern; Soon as seen, they will beset Thy golden wings with filmy net,...
O painted clouds ! sweet beauties of the sky, How have I view'd your motion and your rest, When like fleet hunters ye have left mine eye, In your thin gauze of woolly-fleecing drest;...
'Tis sweet to recollect life's past controls, And turn to days of sorrow when they're bye, And think of gentle friends and feeling souls That offered shelter when the storm was high,--...
Dark creeping Ivy, with thy berries brown, That fondly twists' on ruins all thine own, Old spire-points studding with a leafy crown Which every minute threatens to dethrone;...