I stood upon the stone where ELA lay, The widowed founder of these ancient walls, Where fancy still on meek devotion calls, Marking the ivied arch, and turret gray For her soul's rest--eternal rest, to pray;...
Ah, love, why love you tears? What beauty in the rue? Do you not know the years Shall bring their griefs to you, To dew your nightly pillow ere you sleep? Perchance, hut let me weep! ...
The wind blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods That wav'd o'er Lugar's winding stream: Beneath a craggy steep, a bard,...
The great-hearted servant of whom you were jealous, sleeping her sleep in the humble grass, shouldn't we take her a few flowers? The dead, the poor dead, have griefs like ours,...
Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Jack, and he lived with his mother on a common. They were very poor, and the old woman got her living by spinning, but Jack was so lazy that he would do nothing but bask in the...
Old coat, for some three or four seasons We've been jolly comrades, but now We part, old companion, forever; To fate, and the fashion, I bow. You'd look well enough at a dinner,...
Let thy joys alone be remembered now, Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile; Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile, For thus to meet, and thus to find,...
It's a shame, so it is, - men can't Let alone Jobs as is Woman's right to do - and go about there Own - Theirs Reforms enuff Alreddy without your new schools...
Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's like to blaw a body blind? For me, my faculties are frozen,...
Veil them, cover them, wall them round, Blossom, and creeper, and weed, Let us forget the sight and the sound, The smell and the touch of the breed! Fat black ash by the altar-stone,...
This life is jolly, O! I envy no man's lot; My eyes can much admire, And still my heart crave not; There's no true joy in gold, It breeds desire for more; Whatever wealth man has,...
I have been pondering what our teachers call The mystery of Pain; and lo! my thought After it's half-blind reaching out has caught This truth and held it fast. We may not fall...
Dear BECHER, you tell me to mix with mankind; I cannot deny such a precept is wise; But retirement accords with the tone of my mind: I will not descend to a world I despise.
Last high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our fathers' years, Watched with honour and hailed with wonder Thee too then have the years borne under,...
If ever life was prosperously cast, If ever life was like the lengthened flow Of some sweet music, sweetness to the last, 'Twas his who, mourned by many, sleeps below. ...