(1802)
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FAREWELL, thou little Nook of… Thou rocky corner in the lowest st… Of that magnificent temple which d… One side of our whole vale with gr… Sweet garden—orchard, eminently fa…
IN this still place, remote from… Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW… In this still place, where murmurs… But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…
AMONG all lovely things my Love… Had noted well the stars, all flow… About her home; but she had never… A glow—worm, never one, and this… While riding near her home one sto…
One who was suffering tumult in hi… Yet failed to seek the sure relief… Went forth—his course surrendering… Of the fierce wind, while mid—day… Insidiously, untimely thunders gro…
I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant t… Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link
VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men o… Ye children of a Soil that doth a… Her haughty brow against the coast… Now is the time to prove your hard… To France be words of invitation…
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe… Thou Soul, that art the Eternity… And giv’st to forms and images a b… And everlasting motion! not in vai… By day or star—light, thus from my…
FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Gra… Say that we come, and come by this… Fly upon swiftest wing round field… But chiefly let one Cottage hear… There let a mystery of joy prevail…
COME ye—who, if (which Heaven av… Were with herself at strife, would… Like gallant Falkland, by the Mon… And, like Montrose, make Loyalty… Come ye—who, not less zealous, mig…
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet e… We can approach, thy sorrow to beh… Yet is the heart not pitiless nor… Such spectacle demands not tear or… These desolate remains are trophie…
Stern Daughter of the Voice of G… O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law
It was an April morning: fresh an… The Rivulet, delighting in its st… Ran with a young man’s speed; and… Of waters which the winter had sup… Was softened down into a vernal to…
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the… The tidings past of servitude repe… And of that joy which shook the I… The rough Aetolians smiled with b… ‘Tis known,’ cried they, 'that he,…
HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to c… Thus in your books the record shal… ‘A watchword was pronounced, a pot… ARMINIUS!—all the people quake… Stirred by the breeze; they rose,…