Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no pen Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave! Does yet the unheard of vessel ride the wave? Or is she swallowed up, remote from ken Of pitying human nature? Once again...
The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light...
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, Is marked by no distinguishable line; The turf unites, the pathways intertwine; And, wheresoe'er the stealing footstep tends,...
Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep That curbs a foaming brook, a Grave-yard lies; The hare's best couching-place for fearless sleep; Which moonlit elves, far seen by credulous eyes,...
Failing impartial measure to dispense To every suitor, Equity is lame; And social Justice, stript of reverence For natural rights, a mockery and a shame; Law but a servile dupe of false pretense,...
A poet! He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff Which art hath lodged within his hand'must laugh By precept only, and shed tears by rule....
"Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand" "Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think" "How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink" "Thy children left unfit, through vain demand"...
No more: the end is sudden and abrupt, Abrupt, as without preconceived design Was the beginning; yet the several Lays Have moved in order, to each other bound By a continuous and acknowledged tie...
High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your books the record shall be found, "A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound ARMINIUS! all the people quaked like dew...
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind In men of low degree, all smooth pretense! I better like a blunt indifference, And self-respecting slowness, disinclined To win me at first sight: and be there joined...
Immured in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave (So beautiful is Clyde) forgot to mourn The liberty they lost at Bannockburn. Once on those steeps 'I' roamed at large, and have...
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks, Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks;...
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride Of thy domain, strange contrast do present To house and home in many a craggy rent Of the wild Peak; where new-born waters glide...
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom, unfolding at the appointed day; Flower than the loveliest of the vernal prime...
Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, Matrons and Sires who, punctual to the call Of their loved Church, on fast or festival Through the long year the house of Prayer would seek:...
Desire we past illusions to recall? To reinstate wild Fancy, would we hide Truths whose thick veil Science has drawn aside? No, let this Age, high as she may, install...
If there be prophets on whose spirits rest Past things, revealed like future, they can tell What Powers, presiding o'er the sacred well Of Christian Faith, this savage Island blessed...