Why rove so oft from clime to clime
In search of pleasures driven?
Fate has pronounced throughout all time,
This world is not a Heaven!
Why toil for honour, wealth or fame,
Our hearts to dross so given?
These, as they pass ONE truth proclaim,
This…
Oh! beauty, where now is that grace,
Of which, thou so vainly did'st boast;
Where now is that beautiful face,
That the beaux delighted to toast?
Where now is that form you admired,
And anxiously sought to adorn;
The bosom that cheerfulness fired;
Oh!…
Remember Me
Yes, dear one, to the envied train
Of those around, thy moments pay;
But wilt thou never kindly deign
To think of him that's far away?
Thy form - thine eye - thine angel smile,
For weary years I may not see;
But wilt thou not, sometimes…
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…
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…
Far, far above the world I soar,And almost nature lose,Aerial regions to exploreWith this ambitious muse.My tow'ring thoughts with pinions riseUpon the gales of song,Which waft me through the mental skyWith music on my tongue.My muse is all on mystic…
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…
Blest hours of childhood, then and then aloneDance we the revels gay round pleasure's throne.(Thoughts of recluseDear cherished hours how much ye tell,Of all once known and lov'd so well;On memory's page one leaf is there,Bearing a trace of joys that…
Dear native river, I am on thy shore-When 'erst I wander'd in youth's joyous days,And with what rapture, he, who gaz'd before,In after years reviews again thy ways,Thy sweeping elms, each lofty sycamoreIn whose broad shade he stole from Phoebus'…
Dedicated to the Gentlemen who takes so kind and interest in his behalf.Joy kindles by thy vital gale,And breathes true philanthropy;Thus with delight I hailThe dawn of Liberty.The song of Gratitude I oweTo thee from whom these pleasures rise,And…
