Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, And all that Greece and Italy have sung Of Swains reposing myrtle groves among! 'Ours' couch on naked rocks, will cross a brook...
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, And a true master of the glowing strain, Might scan the narrow province with disdain That to the Painter's skill is here allowed....
The forest huge of ancient Caledon Is but a name, no more is Inglewood, That swept from hill to hill, from flood to flood: On her last thorn the nightly moon has shone;...
Tranquility! the sovereign aim wert thou In heathen schools of philosophic lore; Heart-stricken by stern destiny of yore The Tragic Muse thee served with thoughtful vow; And what of hope Elysium could allow...
Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport, Oh! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find?...
Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport, Oh! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find?...
Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead? Oh find me, prosperous or undone! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same...
You have heard "a Spanish Lady How she wooed an English man;" Hear now of a fair Armenian, Daughter of the proud Soldan; How she loved a Christian slave, and told her pain...
Avon, a precious, an immortal name! Yet is it one that other rivulets bear Like this unheard-of, and their channels wear Like this contented, though unknown to Fame: For great and sacred is the modest claim...
When Love was born of heavenly line, What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy! Till Venus cried, "A mother's heart is mine; None but myself shall nurse my boy,"
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black, Black in the people's minds and words, yet they Were at that time, as now, in colour grey. But what is colour, if upon the rack...
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate Upon the braes of Kirtle, Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay, And there did they beguile the day...
"These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live A profitable life: some glance along, Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air, And they were butterflies to wheel about...
"How disappeared he?" Ask the newt and toad; Ask of his fellow-men, and they will tell How he was found, cold as an icicle, Under an arch of that forlorn abode;...
"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! Not a soul in the village this morning will stay; The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds, And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds." ...
Before I see another day, Oh let my body die away! In sleep I heard the northern gleams; The stars, they were among my dreams; In rustling conflict through the skies, I heard, I saw the flashes drive,...
The days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love! ...
The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, Glories of evening, as ye there are seen With but a span of sky between Speak one of you, my doubts remove, Which is the attendant Page and which the Queen?