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See a fond mother, and her young ones round, Her soul soft melting with maternal love, Some to her breast she clasps, and others prove By kisses her affection: on the ground Her ready foot affords a rest for one, Another smiling sits upon her…

There is a charm, whose powerful spell The vestal's feeling e'en can tell, While thro' her veins a thrill there flies. Whose sweet impression never dies: And, strange to tell, she knows not why A tear should start in either eye. This soft'ning…

I love thee, long past time; Thy memory is to me, Sweet as the early village chime, Slow wafted o'er the lea:- I love to sit and muse On thy fast fading hour - And bless the gentle hope that strews My closing path with flowers. 'Tis to unfold…

No children wept o'er thee; No wife mourned thy doom, But strangers have laid thee Within the dark tomb Oh! thine was the sorrow That knoweth no care, That clouds the bright morrow Too dark to endure. Oh! none soothed thy pillow; No ear…

BEAUTY - remember that change and decayWill pursue in your path, as the night follows day:PRIDE - bear in mind that your form is of clay, And will rot with the meanest that stands in yourway:WEALTH - that you are like the rainbow's bright…

I have gone east, I have gone west, ..To seek for what I cannot find --- A heart at peace with its own thoughts, A quiet and contented mind. I have sought high, I have sought low, Alike my search has been in vain; The same lip mixed the smile…

I've seen an army put to rout, And whole battalions turn about, And flee away from trouble; And I have seen great towns ransak'd, And lofty spires by earthquakes rack'd, And thought them a mere bubble. But Oh! I've seen with trembling fear, The…

Have they trod down the mighty? - By sea and by shore, Will our name be a watchword and terror no more? Has the eagle been hurl'd from his throat in the air? Will the fox find a home in the grim lion's lair? Have they trod down the mighty? The…

I stood by the towers of Ardenville,
And the bells rang out a joyous peal,
Loudly and merrily rang they then,
O'er field, and valley, and sylvan glen;
And each voice sounded gay as the forester's horn,
And each heart was glad: for an heiress was…

Wake, soldier! - wake! - thy war-horse waits,
To bear thee so to the battle back; -
Thou slumbered at a forman's gates; -
Thy dog would break thy bivouac; -
Thy plume is trailing in the dust,
And thy red faulchion gathering rust!

Sleep,…