Oh! bid the breast where sorrow's dartHath lightly press'd its barb of pain,To wake to joy and know the artEach care corroding to restrain.But mock me not with lightsome song,For well thou know'st this heart of mine,Can ill disperse its woes that…
Oh, tell me not that I love too wellThe legends of ancient days to trace;And blame me not when I fondly dwellOn the fabled deeds of the fairy race.When my spirit has mourned over hopes grown cold,How dear have these tales of enchantment been;For it…
As fleeting as the morning cloud,That moves in fearful silence by,As changeful as the hues that shrowdThe summer's evening sky;Shifting with every pulse of air -Just such is life - as false as fair.But it has joys that never fail,As deep, and pure,…
Lady, `tis true we ne'er have metOn lowland vale or upland lea,To utter joy, or weep regret,For friends estrang'd or sweets that flee.Perhaps thy heart hath known no ill,That pains the breast to sad distress;Forcing the tear to roll at will,For…
Here's health to the ladies at hame,Here's health to the ladies awa'And wha winna pledge it wi' a' their soulMay they ne'er be smiled on at a'.It's guid to be pretty and fair,It's guid to be smilin' like you;It's guid to be stealin' the gentlemen's…
What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,That starts at once; bright - pure - from pity's mine,Already polished by the hand divine!Oh, too convincing - dangerously dear -In woman's eye the…
Ah poor Louise! The live long dayShe roams from cot to castle gay;And still her voice and viol say,Ah maids, beware the woodland way,
Think on Louise!
Ah, poor Louise! The sun was high,It smirch'd her cheek, it dim'd her eye,The woodland walk was…
"There comes a voice that awakes my soul. Itis the voice of years that are gone, they rollbefore me with all their deeds." - OSSIAN.A voice of youth, of rosy youth,I heard in visions of the night;And mem'ry dear as vestal Truth,Brought ev'ry shade…
The Angel of death was hovering near,A voice had sent, thou couldst not hear,To beckon the friend of my heart away,To the regions of glory - of endless day.He has gone in the morning of youthful pride,Where the high and the humble must all…
