On old Long Island's sea-girt shore We caught a cod the other day; He never had been there before, And wished that he had stayed away. We laid him on the beach to dry,...
How sweet the cadence of his lyre! What melody of words! They strike a pulse within the heart Like songs of forest-birds, Or tinkling of the shepherd's bell Among the mountain-herds. ...
To me the world's an open book Of sweet and pleasant poetry; I read it in the running brook That sings its way toward the sea. It whispers in the leaves of trees, The swelling grain, the waving grass,...
Thank God for pleasant weather! Chant it, merry rills! And clap your hands together, Ye exulting hills! Thank Him, teeming valley! Thank Him, fruitful plain! For the golden sunshine,...
An ivy-mantled cottage smiled, Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side, Where dwelt the village-pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride. Proud suitors paid their court and duty...
The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west, As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims leaned to rest: Upon the tangled weeds were laid...
A rock in the wilderness welcomed our sires, From bondage far over the dark-rolling sea; On that holy altar they kindled the fires, Jehovah, which glow in our bosoms for Thee....
"The plaint of the wailing Whip-poor-will, Who mourns unseen and ceaseless sings Ever a note of wail and wo, Till Morning spreads her rosy wings, And earth and sky in her glances glow." ...
The fountains serenade the flowers, Upon their silver lute-- And, nestled in their leafy bowers, The forest-birds are mute: The bright and glittering hosts above Unbar their golden gates,...
Fare thee well--we part for ever! All regrets are now in vain! Fate decrees that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth again. Other skies may bend above thee, Other hearts may seek thy shrine,...