THOU, bright Futurity! whose pro… In dawning radiance on our day-lig… Whose lambent meteors and ethereal… Gild the dark clouds, and glitter… On thy broad canvas fancy loves to…

I stood beside thy lowly grave; Spring-odours breath’d around, And music, in the river-wave, Pass’d with a lulling sound. All happy things that love the sun…

The citron groves their fruit and… Around a Moorish palace, while th… Of low sweet summer-winds, the bra… With music through their shadowy b… Music and voices, from the marble…

THE Sky-lark, when the dews of m… Hang tremulous on flower and thorn… And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale, To the first sunbeam spreads his w…

Rest pilgrim, rest!-thou’rt from t… Thou’rt from the wild and wondrous… By the long-withered palm-branch i… And by the darkness of thy sunburn… Alas! the bright, the beautiful, w…

A sound of woe in Salem! - mournf… Rose from her dwellings - youthful… Tears flowing fast from dim and ag… And voices mingling in tumultuous… Hands raised to heaven in agony of…

‘Courage was cast about her like a… Of solemn comeliness, A gathered mind and an untroubled… Did give her dangers grace.’ ~ Do… The war-note of the Saracen

A Similar Occasion, 17 September… Where sucks the bee now? Summer i… Leaves on the grass-plot faded are… Violets are gone from the grassy d… With the cowslip-cups, where the f…

Hast thou a scene that is not spre… With records of thy glory fled? A monument that doth not tell The tale of liberty’s farewell? Italia! thou art but a grave

’Twas early day - and sunlight str… Soft through a quiet room, That hush’d, but not forsaken, see… Still, but with nought but gloom; For there, secure in happy age,

There blend the ties that strength… Our hearts in hours of grief, The silver links that lengthen Joy’s visits when most brief. BERNARD BARTON.

Bring flowers, young flowers, for… To wreathe the cup ere the wine is… Bring flowers! they are springing… Their breath floats out on the sou… And the touch of the sunbeam hath…

Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, With shield and crested head, Sleeps proudly in the purple gloom By the stain’d window shed; The records of thy name and race

Fall’n was the House of Giafar; a… The high romantic name of Barmeci… A sound forbidden on its own brigh… By the swift Tygris’ wave. Stern… Sweeping the mighty with their fam…

Clad in all their brightest green, This day verdant fields are seen; The tuneful birds begin their lay, To celebrate thy natal day. The breeze is still, the sea is ca…