"Is this the time to be gloomy and sad?"BRYANT.This is the time to be lightsome and gladFor earth is cloth'd in her richest green,And the grove with foilage fresh is clad,And the pure show'rs down his brightest sheen.Away with our gloom and…
I saw thee in thy morning,Of youthful beauty grace and love;When art lent her adorning,The gifts of nature to improve.Thou wast a Queen in splendor,And thine to conquer ev'ry heart;Ah! me how soft and tender,Each thrilling glance thou did'st…
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…
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…
"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…
`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…
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…
No more shall sorrow grave my browWith furrows deep as once she did;No more will I supinely bow,For reason, pace, and all forbid.I gave my heart away to grief,That of the tender melting kind:And e'en I had a fond beliefThat here was pleasure quite…
