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Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountain flow; Few - and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet:- Such lies would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so…

Farewell mother! - tears are streaming Down thy tender, pallid check! I, in gems and roses gleaming, On eternal sunshine dreaming, Scarce this sad farewell may speak; Farewell, mother! now I leave thee, And thy love - unspeakable. - One to cherish -…

How sad and forsaken Is that heavy heart, Where hope cannot waken, Nor sorrow depart! So and so lonely No inmate is there, Save one - and that only Is chilling Despair. How sad is the slumber Long sufferings bring, Whose visions outnumber The woes…

I'll hie to the westward, my own native home, On the breast of the dark rolling river; My light bark shall dance o'er its water in foam, With the force that a strong arm can give her. I'll hie to the west, to the land of my birth, And revisit the…

All are not just because they do no wrong;
But he who will not wrong me when he may,
He is the TRULY JUST I praise not them
Who in their petty dealings pilfer not;
But him who spurns a secret fraud,
Where he might plunder and defy surprize.
His…

Bright as the beam that shone on the young earth, Fresh and exulting from her recent birth, Purer than purest wave of ocean, flows From pity's eye the tear for other's woes. The wandering Indian, Nature's untaught child, Nurs'd in the bosom of the…

Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end, Living not dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where…

Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy curling locks I see; The withering type of time or care Hath nothing, sure, to do with thee! Years have not yet impaired the grace That charmed me once, that chains me now! And Envy's self, Love,…

Dearest, dry that tearful eye - Dearest, check that mournful sigh: Let not hope thy bosom fly, Nor sorrow longer move thee: For by that pale cheek I swear - By those eyes of beauty rare - By the pure soul shining there - I'll never cease to love…

Land of the wise! where Science broke Like morning from chaotic deeps, Where Moses, holy prophet, woke, Where Parsons, youthful martyr, sleeps. Land of the brave! where Carthage rear'd 'Gainst haughty Rome, a warrior's crest; Where Cato, like a God…