Thy smiles, thy talk, thy aimless plays,So beautiful approve thee,So winning, light, are all thy ways,I cannot choose, but love thee:Thy balmy breath upon my browIs like the summer air,As o'er my cheek thou leanest now,To plant a soft kiss there.Thy…
THERE is a sigh - that, half supprest,
Seems scarce to heave the bosom fair;
It rises from the spotless breast,
The first faint dawn of tender care.
There is a sigh - so soft, so sweet,
It breathes not from the lip of woe;
'Tis heard where…
SLY BELZEHUB took all occasionsTo try Job's constancy and patience;He took his honor, took his health;He took his children, took his wealth;His servants, horses, oxen, cows; -But cunning SATAN did not take his Spouse.But Heaven, that brings out good…
The frost performs its secret ministryUnhelped by any wind. The owlet's cryCome loud - and hark, again! loud as before -The inmates of my cottage all at rest,Have left me to that solitude which suitsAbstruser musings: save that at my sideMy cradled…
I bid thee to my mystic feast,
Each one thou lovest is gathered there;Yet put thou on a mourning robe,And bind the cypress in thy hair. The hail is vast, and cold, and drear;The board with faded flowers is spread,Shadows of beauty flit around,But…
Whose is you sable bier
Why move the throng so slow?
Why doth that lonely mother's tear
In sudden anguish flow?
Why is that sleeper laid
To rest in manhood's pride?
How gain'd his check such pallid shade?
I spake, - but none replied.
The hoarse wave…
Upon the margin of a lake,Along the rocks that rudely break,The thousand rivulets and hills,That oozing from the mountain's browFall trembling to the lake below;A traveller rode in quaint array,A gallant steed of dappled a gray:Close to his side a…
Where flows the fountain silently,
It blooms a lovely flower,
Blue as the beauty of the sky, And speaks like kind fidelity,
Through fortune's sun and shower -
"Forget me not."
'Tis like thy starry eyes, more bright
Than evening's proudest star,
Mark xiii. 37 - What I say unto you, I say unto all, Watch. Life is a sea. - how fair its face, How smooth its dimpling waters pace,
Its canopy how pure
But rocks below, and tempests sleep, Insidious, o'er the glassy deep,
Nor leave an hour…
Alas! lovely hawthorn, how lately I gazedOn thy flourishing branches, all covered with bloom,So perfect their beauty, I paused while I praised,And inhaled from the gale their delicious perfume.Like the blush on a cloud, in the sun's parting beam,When…