’Tis midnight. On the globe dead… And all is silence-in the hour of… Save when the hollow gust, that sw… In the dark wood roars fearfully a… I wake alone to listen and to weep…

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…

Mild orb, who floatest through the… A pathless wanderer o’er a lonely… Welcome to me thy soft and pensive… Which oft in childhood my lone tho… Now doubly dear as o’er my silent…

Down the sultry arc of day The burning wheels have urged thei… And eve along the western skies Sheds her intermingling dyes. Down the deep, the miry lane,

I. 1. Many there be, who, through the va… With velvet pace, unnoticed, softl… While jarring discord’s inharmonio… Awakes them not to woe.

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…

Softly, softly blow, ye breezes, Gently o’er my Edwy fly! Lo! he slumbers, slumbers sweetly; Softly, zephyrs, pass him by! My love is asleep,

Hence to thy darkest shades, dire… Thine icy touch can freeze, Swift as the Polar breeze The proud defying port of human se… Hence to thine Indian cave,

Let the sublimer Muse, who wrapt… Rides on the raven pennons of the… Or o’er the field with purple havo… Lashes her steeds and sings along… Let her, whom more ferocious strai…

You bid me, Ned, describe the pla… Where I, one of the rhyming race, Pursue my studies con amore, And wanton with the muse in glory. Well, figure to your senses straig…

The night it was still, and the mo… Serenely on the sea, And the waves at the foot of the r… They murmur’d pleasantly, When Gondoline roam’d along the s…

Some to Aonian lyres of silver so… With winning elegance attune their… Form’d to sink lightly on the soot… And charm the soul with softest ha… ’Tis then that Hope with sanguine…

Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell… Stretch’d remote in hermit cell, Where the brook runs babbling by, For ever I could listening lie; And catching all the muses’ fire,

bunny ruit imbriferum ver: Spicea jam campis bunny messis inh… Frumenta in viridi stipula lactent… Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agresti… ~VIRGIL.

O Lord, my God, in mercy turn, In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry, O leave me, leave me not to die! I strove against thee, Lord, I kn…