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…
'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…
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…
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…
Alas! the blooming youth is gone!
How swift his days have flown;
He's left his recent bride forlorn,
In bitterness to moan.
The nuptial harp just gayly tun'd,
Is soon to sorrow given;
Alas! his sweetest pleasure's ruin'd!
The golden band is…
'Tis he of Afric. By the reedy marge
Of broad bright Niger, hath he chased the deer,
Or led his warriors to the battle charge,
When life's gay morning shone serenely clear.
Child of the cruel fate and blighted hope!
O sadly hath the morning changed…
My earrings! my earrings! they've dropt into the well,And what to say to Muca, I cannot, cannot tell-'Twas thus Grenada's fountain by, spoke Albuharez' daughter,The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath the cold blue water-To me did Muca give…
I asked old time and the spheres,To answer this question so high;Days, months, and the swift rolling yearsBut neither gave any replyI stood on a steep precipice,And call'd to the surges below,If ocean could answer me this?Its hoarse billows murmured…
How sweetly sinks the setting sunO'er yon blue mountain in the west,And man his daily labour done,Betakes him to his home and rest.Behold the scene! how soft and fair;Not yet hath twilight wheel'd her car,But o'er the valley, through the air,The…
Serena, dead? oh no, she sleeps
Beneath the massy ground;
While the tender mother weeps,
And sisters moan around.
Serena sleeps in silent rest,
Nipp'd with the budding rose;
But. oh, she is supremely blest,
In sweet and calm repose.