The rain came suddenly, and to the shore I paddled, and took refuge in the wood, And, leaning on my paddle, there I stood In mild contentment watching the downpour, Feeling as oft I have felt heretofore,...
Could I but strike - a sweeter note Than all from virgin choirs that float, Or harps with cords of gold; A note more soft and more sublime Than she, the sweetest of the Nine, Euterpe's strains unfold!...
We see our Father's hand in all around; In summer's sun, and in cold winter's snow, In leafy wood, on grassy-covered ground, In showers that fall and icy blasts that blow....
It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land: There's nothing too good for the Irish. O'er the whole of it, Nature, at heaven's command, Has scattered her charms with a prodigal hand...
Sombre November, least belov'd of all The months that make the pleasurable year, Too late for the resplendence of the fall, Too soon for Christmas-bringing winter's cheer; Ignoble interregnum following...
O affluent Sun, unwilling to abate Thy bounteous hospitality benign, Whenas we deemed the banquet o'er, thy great Gold flagon brims again with amber wine; Whenas we thought t' have seen on plain and hill...
Heaven bless this new abode; defend its doors Against the entry of malignant sprites - Gaunt Poverty, pale Sickness, Care that blights; And o'er its thresholds, like the enchanted shores...
Hard by an ancient mansion stood an oak; For centuries, 'twas said, it had been there: The old towers crumbled 'neath decay's slow stroke, While, hall by hall, upgrew a palace fair;...
A tremor, a quiver, Through her ran As over the river The dawn began. She drew her veil Over her eyes, And her face grew pale, As she watched the sun rise. She faded, turned...
A woman on an empire's throne Has sat in queenly pride, And swayed the sceptre of her power O'er land and ocean wide: A crown of gold adorned the head That held a nation's fate,...
Scorn not the Old; 'twas sacred in its day, A truth overpowering error with its might, A light dispelling darkness with its ray, A victory won, an intermediate height,...
Man's works grow stale to man: the years destroy The charm they once possessed; the city tires; The terraces, the domes, the dazzling spires Are in the main but an attractive toy -...