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;...
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;...
My eyes have seen another spring In floral beauty rise, And happy birds on gladsome wing Flit through the azure skies. Though sickness bowed my feeble frame Through winter's cheerless hours,...
"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,...
O come to the meadows! I'll show you where Primrose and violet blow, And the hawthorn spreads its blossoms fair, White as the driven snow. I'll show you where the daisies dot With silver stars the lea,...
Slowly I dawn on the sleepless eye, Like a dreaming thought of eternity; But darkness hangs on my misty vest, Like the shade of care on the sleeper's breast;...
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-- ...
Sorrow has touched thee, my beautiful boy! And dimmed the bright eyes that were dancing with joy; Thy ruby lips tremble, thy soft cheek is wet, The tears on its roses are lingering yet....
Visions of the years gone by Flash upon my mental eye; Ages time no longer numbers, Forms that share oblivion's slumbers, Creatures of that elder world Now in dust and darkness hurled,...
An awful vision floats before my sight, Black as the storm and fearful as the night: Thy fall, oh Babylon!--the awful doom Pronounced by Heaven to hurl thee to the tomb,...
Methought last night I saw thee lowly laid, Thy pallid cheek yet paler, on the bier; And scattered round thee many a lovely braid Of flowers, the brightest of the closing year;...
There was no sound in earth or air, And soft the moonbeams smiled On stately tower and temple fair, Like mother o'er her child; And all was hushed in the deep repose...
Like the herald hope of a fairer clime, The brightest link in the chain of time, The youngest and loveliest child of day, I mingle and soften each glowing ray; Weaving together a tissue bright...
Young Naiad of the sparry grot, Whose azure eyes before me burn, In what sequestered lonely spot Lies hid thy flower-enwreathed urn? Beneath what mossy bank enshrined, Within what ivy-mantled nook,...
"When will the grave fling her cold arms around me, And earth on her dark bosom pillow my head? Sorrow and trouble and anguish, have found me, Oh that I slumbered in peace with the dead! ...
Like a maid on her bridal morn I rise, With the smile on her lip and the tear in her eyes; Whilst the breeze my crimson banner unfurls, I wreathe my locks with the purest pearls;...
I come like an Eastern monarch dight In my crown of beams, in my robe of light; And nature droops at my ardent gaze, And wraps the woods in a purple haze; From my fiery glance the strong man shrinks,...