As one, a poet of a fairy's train, Might sit beside a violet's stem and view Its opening petals, watch the wondrous blue Thrill through their fibers, and their secret gain...
Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one! Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak. Dost feel the green globe whirl? Seven times a week Climbeth she out of darkness to the sun,...
Long, long ago, with vows too much forgotten, The Cross of Christ was seal'd on every brow, Ah! slow of heart, that shun the Christian conflict; Rise up at last! The accepted time is now....
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing; The skies are clear, and the dawn is bright, Tho' the bar of the bay is fleck'd with white, And the wind is fitfully wailing;...
If there were in my kalendar No Emma, Florence, Mary, What would be my existence now - A hermit's? - wanderer's weary? - How should I live, and how Near would be death, or far? ...
This was the way of it, don't you know, Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, high or low, Could find him, catch a weasel asleep! Till Trooper Scott, from the Stockman's Ford,...
Approaching now the end of his abode On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once, Of his hard fate, but now quite reconciled, When, in the midst of his fifth lustre, o'er His head oblivion, so longed-for, hung....