Sweet to the gay of heart is Summ… Sweet the wild music of the laughi… But ah! my soul far other scenes b… Where gloomy storms their sullen s… Is it for me to strike the Idalia…

So ravishing soft upon the tide Of the infuriate gust, it did care… It might have sooth’d its rugged c… And sunk him to a zephyr; - then i… Melting in melody; - and I descri…

‘Do I not feel?’ The doubt is kee… Yea, I do feel-most exquisitely f… My heart can weep, when, from my d… I chase the tear, and stem the ris… Deep buried there I close the ran…

Emblem of life! see changeful Apr… In varying vest along the shadowy… Now bidding summer’s softest zephy… Anon recalling winter’s stormy gal… And pouring from the cloud her sud…

Here would I wish to sleep. This… Which I have long mark’d out to l… Tired out and wearied with the rio… Beneath this yew I would be sepul… It is a lovely spot! The sultry s…

Hark! how the merry bells ring joc… And now they die upon the veering… Anon they thunder loud Full on the musing ear. Wafted in varying cadence, by the…

Come, Disappointment, come! Not in thy terrors clad: Come, in thy meekest, saddest guis… Thy chastening rod but terrifies The restless and the bad.

Be hush’d, be hush’d, ye bitter wi… Ye pelting rains, a little rest; Lie still, lie still, ye busy thou… That wring with grief my aching br… Oh! cruel was my faithless love,

Lo! in the west, fast fades the li… And day’s last vestige takes its s… No more is heard the woodman’s mea… Which with the dawn from yonder di… No more, hoarse clamouring o’er th…

Woman of weeping eye, ah! for thy… Putting on smiles to lure the lewd… Smiling while anguish gnaws at thy… Sad is thy chance, thou daughter o… Vice and disease are wearing thee…

Thou, spirit of the spangled night… I woo thee from the watchtower hig… Where thou dost sit to guide the b… Of lonely mariner. The winds are whistling o’er the w…

Thou base repiner at another’s joy… Whose eye turns green at merit not… Oh, far away from generous Briton… And find on meaner climes a fitter… Away, away, it shall not be,

Beams of the daybreak faint! I ha… Your dubious hues, as on the robe Of night, which wraps the slumberi… I mark your traces pale. Tired with the taper’s sickly ligh…

Mary, the moon is sleeping on thy… And on the turf thy lover sad is k… The big tear in his eye.-Mary, aw… From thy dark house arise, and ble… On the pale moonbeam gliding. Sof…

The morning sun’s enchanting rays Now call forth every songster’s pr… Now the lark, with upward flight, Gaily ushers in the light; While wildly warbling from each tr…