What news to all alike brings startling sorrow? And he is dead, the vigorous chieftain dead? Nor e'en for him would death still brook to-morrow? No more shall followers vaunt and foemen dread;...
The purple lilac with the dark green leaves A subtle perfume spreads o'er fields wherein The meadow-lark with clear full singing cleaves The choral air. The rossignols begin...
Mourn, mourn, ye spirits of the brave, for glories passed away; Mourn that the sceptre of your king should own a stranger's sway; Mourn that the crown, which graced his brow by sovereign right divine,...
Where are those days, O Caledon, So glorious and bright, In which thy star resplendent shone With passing lustrous light? Alas! alas! those happier days Are shrouded in the past,...
How must have thrilled the great Creator's mind With radiant, glad and satisfying joy, Ever new self-expressive forms to find In those six days of rapturous employ! How must He have delighted when He made...