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It was clear and pleasant night -The moon and stars reflected bright -And all was still, and on the sea`Twas sweet and calm serenity -When, borne on by a gentle gale,I saw a vessel proudly sail,And on her deck a wretch I saw;On whom I gaz'd with pain…

The son of the pilgrim has passed on his way, To seek the wild land where his father had died; He longs by his tomb of the desart to pray, And place a momento of love by its side. Dark woods and wild streams will his footsteps surround; The thirst of…

`Tis done! and the rocks of the mountains are parting,And mortals affrighted shrink back in dismay:The wild beasts that roam from their dens now are starting,And men fly disheartened, alarm'd on their way.They've slain their Preserver, their God and…

"Star of descending night, fair is thy light in theWest! Thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar.…

DEAR ANGEL of my heart,Dry up those pearly dews,At eve tho' I depart,Think not `twill be for years.Some morn like this, my love,I'll bring thee back thy Knight,Thy plighted faith he'll prove,And seek no more the fight.Deem'st thou our haughty…

When first my bosom glowed with hope, I gaz'd as from a mountain top On some delightful plain; But oh! how transient was the scene --- It fled as though it had not been, And all my hopes were vain. How oft this tantalizing blaze Has led me through…

O muse, attune my lyre sweet, The moments to beguile; Oh, endite a sonnet meet, To BEAUTY'S placid smile. Care may prey upon the heart, And make it bleed awhile, But, how transient is the smart, When BEAUTY beams a smile. Doom'd in distant climes to…

My early hopes - my early hopes, Where are ye now? and why With cypress have ye wreath'd my heart, And bade its blossoms die? I nurs'd my rose with dew of love, And warm'd it with my breath, And little reck'd with all my care 'Twould meet so quick a…

Why rove so oft from clime to clime In search of pleasures driven? Fate has pronounced throughout all time, This world is not a Heaven! Why toil for honour, wealth or fame, Our hearts to dross so given? These, as they pass ONE truth proclaim, This…

Oh! beauty, where now is that grace, Of which, thou so vainly did'st boast; Where now is that beautiful face, That the beaux delighted to toast? Where now is that form you admired, And anxiously sought to adorn; The bosom that cheerfulness fired; Oh!…