For your letter, dear - [Hattie], accept my best thanks, Rendered long and amusing by virtue of franks, Though concise they would please, yet the longer the better,...
1. Thou art fair, and few are fairer Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean; They are robes that fit the wearer - Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion Ever falls and shifts and glances...
1. The billows on the beach are leaping around it, The bark is weak and frail, The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it Darkly strew the gale. Come with me, thou delightful child,...
As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it enfolds,...