Among the village maidens gay,
Thou are the lovely queen;
Neatly deck'd in fine array,
Yes, lovely ADELINE.
Thy form is delicately fair,
And artless is thy mein;
And other charming graces rare,
Adorn thee, ADELINE.
The crimson rose that paints thy…
I AM weary of my life, I am tired of the earth,Of its dark sorrows and boisterous mirth,Of its changeful scenes, its uncertain joys,Its wo that frowns, and its pleasure that cloys,Of its dreams that delude the youthful breast:- Would that I could…
'Twas on that glad and glorious morn
Rejoicing freemen love so well,
A Chief, from distant Afric torn,
Lay chain'd within his prison cell;
And, as from troubled sleep he rose, His own, his country's burning woes, Rush'd on his soul, - and in his…
The sultry day is done! How joyouslyThe cooling breeze (that all day long has sleptIn thicket, grove and bow'r, or half awake,Has softly nestled on the fragrant breastOf violet or rose, pilf'ring their sweets)Springs from the mountain's top, with…
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…
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…
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,
Like…
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…
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…
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…
