Who ponders National events shall find An awful balancing of loss and gain, Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined, And proud deliverance issuing out of pain...
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, One upward hand, as if she needed rest From rapture, lying softly on her breast! Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance;...
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark book Whence these opprobrious leaves of dire portent? Think ye your British Ancestors forsook Their native Land, for outrage provident;...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem...
Dear nymph of a feeling, and delicate mind! Whose eye the rash tears of timidity blind, When fancy alarm'd takes a heart-chilling hue, And the prospect of life is all dark in thy view,...
1. The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom - Now lending splendour, where from secret springs...
Far above us where a jay Screams his matins to the day, Capped with gold and amethyst, Like a vapour from the forge Of a giant somewhere hid, Out of hearing of the clang...
Subdued and sad, I trod the place Where he, the hero, lived and died; Where, long-entombed beneath the shade By willow bough and cypress made, The peaceful scene with verdure rife,...
Mr. and Mrs. Vinegar lived in a vinegar bottle. Now, one day, when Mr. Vinegar was from home, Mrs. Vinegar, who was a very good housewife, was busily sweeping her house, when an unlucky thump of the broom brought the whole...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? Will you lend an ear? You, with your face so stern and cold; You, who have found me dying here ... ...
There, in my mind's-eye, pure it lay, My lodger's vote! 'Twas mine to-day. It seemed a sort of maidenhood, My little power for public good, - Oh keep it uncorrupted, pray!...
I passed her on the crowded street-- This winsome maid, demure and sweet-- And envious saw the silken tresses That seemed to give her cheeks caresses, And rapture felt that thrilled me through...
O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy, You make my heart rejoice; Your presence is like Arcady, There's music in your voice; Heaven's purity is on your brow, Its light is in your eyne;...
Companioned by the lonely hours, My vigil with the stars I keep, - The happy stars that never weep, - The wakeful stars that never sleep, Spirit of me that frets and cowers,...
Within this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy. ...
The faint sun tipt the rising ground, No blustering wind, the air was still; The blue mist, thinly scatter'd round, Verg'd along the distant hill: Delightful morn! from labour free...