New York, April 3, 1837.
I.
Come listen to my story,
Tho' often told before,
Of men who deem it glory
To pass thro' travail sore;
Of men who do for conscience' sake,
There name and wealth forego, -
Like those who sought their freedom…
While, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here!
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait;
But how little, none can…
Thy smiles, thy talk, thy aimless plays,So beautiful approve thee,So winning, light, are all thy ways,I cannot choose, but love thee:Thy balmy breath upon my browIs like the summer air,As o'er my cheek thou leanest now,To plant a soft kiss there.Thy…
I bid thee to my mystic feast,
Each one thou lovest is gathered there;Yet put thou on a mourning robe,And bind the cypress in thy hair. The hail is vast, and cold, and drear;The board with faded flowers is spread,Shadows of beauty flit around,But…
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.
Serena sleeps,…
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…
Here's health to the ladies at hame,Here's health to the ladies awa'And wha winna pledge it wi' a' their soulMay they ne'er be smiled on at a'.It's guid to be pretty and fair,It's guid to be smilin' like you;It's guid to be stealin' the gentlemen's…
As fleeting as the morning cloud,That moves in fearful silence by,As changeful as the hues that shrowdThe summer's evening sky;Shifting with every pulse of air -Just such is life - as false as fair.But it has joys that never fail,As deep, and pure,…
Oh, tell me not that I love too wellThe legends of ancient days to trace;And blame me not when I fondly dwellOn the fabled deeds of the fairy race.When my spirit has mourned over hopes grown cold,How dear have these tales of enchantment been;For it…
