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Where holy ground begins, unhallow… Is marked by no distinguishable li… The turf unites, the pathways inte… And, wheresoe’er the stealing foot… Garden, and that domain where kind…
Oh, for a kindling touch from that… Which ministered, erewhile, to a s… Of gratitude, beneath Italian ski… In words like these: ‘Up, Voice o… ’Thy saintly rapture with celestia…
THE FIRST volume of these Poems has already been submitted to general perusal. It was published, as an experiment, which, I hoped, might be of some use to ascertain, how far, by fitting...
It is the first mild day of March… Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall… That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air,
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fan… The wayward brain, to saunter thro… An old place, full of many a lovel… Tall trees, green arbours, and gro… And wild rose tip—toe upon hawthor…
WHEN Contemplation, like the nig… Through earth and sky, spreads wid… Into the soul its tranquillising p… Even then I sometimes grieve for… Earth’s paramount Creature! not s…
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…
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…
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may se… As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. O glide, fair stream! for ever so,
AN age hath been when Earth was p… Of lustre too intense To be sustained; and Mortals bowe… The front in self—defence. Who 'then’, if Dian’s crescent gl…
AND is it among rude untutored D… There, and there only, that the he… And, rising to repel or to subdue, Is it by rocks and woods that man… Ah no! though Nature’s dread prot…
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
HIS simple truths did Andrew gle… Beside the babbling rills; A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills. One winter’s night, when through t…
THE Danish Conqueror, on his roy… Mustering a face of haughty sovere… To aid a covert purpose, cried—'O… Approaching Waters of the deep, t… With this green isle my fortunes,…
IF Nature, for a favourite child, In thee hath tempered so her clay, That every hour thy heart runs wil… Yet never once doth go astray, Read o’er these lines; and then re…