Offspring of heaven, fair Freedom! impart The light of thy spirit to quicken each heart. Though the chains of oppression our free limbs ne'er bound, Bid us feel for the wretch round whose soul they are wound;...
Autumn, thy rushing blast Sweeps in wild eddies by, Whirling the sear leaves past, Beneath my feet, to die. Nature her requiem sings In many a plaintive tone, As to the wind she flings...
Enchanting spirit! at thy votive shrine I lowly bend one simple wreath to twine; O come from thy ideal world and fling Thy airy fingers o'er my rugged string;...
Like a dew-drop from heaven in the ocean of life, From the morn's rosy diadem falling, A stranger as yet to the storms and the strife, Dear babe, of thy earthly calling! ...
"What hast thou seen in the olden time, Dark ruin, lone and gray?" "Full many a race from thy native clime, And the bright earth, pass away. The organ has pealed in these roofless aisles,...
Oh nature! though the blast is yelling, Loud roaring through the bending tree, There's sorrow in man's darksome dwelling, There's rapture still with thee!
"He will come to night," young Mary said, And checked the rising sigh; And gazed on the stars that o'er her head Shone out in the deep blue sky. "Heaven speed his voyage!--though absent long,...
I have dreamed sweet dreams of a summer night, When the moon was walking in cloudless light, And my soul to the regions of Fancy sprung, While the spirits of air their soft anthems sung,...
There were two sons of Ashur at work in the field, And one to the other his passion revealed-- As the white barley bowed to the stroke of his scythe, He burst out in accents exultingly blithe-- ...
Thou beautiful Ash! thou art lowly laid, And my eyes shall hail no more From afar thy cool and refreshing shade, When the toilsome journey's o'er. The winged and the wandering tribes of air...
Who are ye, who through the night Onward urge your desperate flight? Far and wide the hills repeat The hurried tread of armed feet, Ringing helm and dying groan,...
Pilgrim of life! thy hoary head Is bent with age, thine eye Looks downward to the silent dead, Wreck of mortality!-- The friends who flourished in thy day...