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…
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…
In Judah's hall the sharp is hushed,
Her voice is but the voice of pain;
The heathen heel her helm has crushed,
Her spirit wears the heathen chain.
From the dark prison-house she cried,
`How long, O Lord! thy sword has slept!
O quell the oppressor in…
Wake, lady, wake, - the midnight moon Sails through the cloudless skies of June; The Stars gaze sweetly on the stream, Which in the brightness of their beam,
One sheet of glory lies.
The glowworm lends its little light, And all that's beautiful and…
Oh! Hail the auspicious morn,
That doth so bright appear;
Rejoicing greet the opening dawn
Of the new budding Year.
May happiness, health and peace
Attend my Patrons dear;
May domestic bliss increase,
Thro' this new rising year.
May virtues new, and…
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…
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…
Ask of the rolling spheres that fly
In the deep blue skies away,
Far as creation's boundary,
What sceptre ye obey?
And they shall sing in their loudest strain, - On, on - we wear no tyrant's chain. Ask of the winds before whose might
The clouds in…
Chain'd foot to foot and hand to hand,
The captives took their way,
Goaded along by scourge or brand, Wearied and sad, to the distant strand
Where the darkling slave-ship lay.
Fearful its hidden dangers were,
Where comes no breath of balmy air
To…
