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An Enigma, said to have been written by Mr. Canning - which for a length of time baffled the skill of all England to solve."There is a word of plural number,A foe to peace and human slumber.Now any word you chance to take,By adding S, you plural…

When evening bids the sun to rest retire,Unwearied Either sets her lamps on fire,Lit by one torch, each is supplied in turn,`Till all the candles in the concave burn.The right hawk now with his nocturnal toneWakes up, and all the owls begin to…

I love the dews of night,I love the howling wind,I love to hear the tempest sweepO'er the billows of the deep:For nature's saddest scenes delightThe melancholy mind.Autumn! I love thy bowerWith faded garlands drest:How sweet alone to linger…

THERE is a sigh - that, half supprest, Seems scarce to heave the bosom fair; It rises from the spotless breast, The first faint dawn of tender care. There is a sigh - so soft, so sweet, It breathes not from the lip of woe; 'Tis heard where…

There is a song - How wildly sweet, we never may forget. It seals along Ere the cold tumult of the world is met; It tells of hearts more gay and forms more fair Than ever crossed us in life's wilderness, And many a form of loveliness is…

1. Where the wild Joliba Rolls his deep waters, Safe at their evening toil Afric's dark daughters. Where the thick Mangroves Broad shadows were flinging, Each o'er her lone loom Bent mournfully singing - "Alas! for the white man! o'er…

TO S.P.G. Esq. Lo! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav'nly birth! Divine Humanity, behold, What wonders rise, what charms unfold At his descent to earth! The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and…

Attend my lays, ye ever honour'd mine,Assist my labours, and my strains refine,In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,For bright Aurora now demands my song.Aurora, hail, and all the thousands dies,Which deck thy progress through the vaulted…

Oh haste thee, haste thee, the wreath will fade,We have twin'd to deck thy hair;Come, quickly come, too long thou hast staid,For the gay, and the happy are there.We have nam'd thee, Queen of the fairy ring,We wait but to crown thy brow;And wilt thou…

I'd willing take the harp once more,And strike its soul inspiring lays,Its melody should o'er and o'er,Responsive answer all thy praise.But no, its chords, I may not wake,For faint and sad would be the strain;The tones so mournful, now that…