Author Note: The story of the fol… adopted the metre of Mr. Lewis’s… popular. Who is she, the poor Maniac, whos… Seem a heart overcharged to expres…

STRANGER. Old friend! why you seem bent on p… Breaking the highway stones,—and ’… Somewhat too hard methinks for age… OLD MAN.

WOMAN. Sir for the love of God some smal… To a poor woman! TRAVELLER. Whither are you bound?

Argument. To leap from the promontory of L… a remedy for hopeless love, if the… life. Artemisia lost her life in t… said thus to have perished, in att…

Hard by the road, where on that li… The high grass rustles to the pass… The child of Misery rests her hea… Pause there in sadness. That unha… Inshrines what once was Isabel. S…

Go thou and seek the House of Pra… I to the Woodlands wend, and ther… In lovely Nature see the GOD O… The swelling organ’s peal Wakes not my soul to zeal,

Margaret! my Cousin!—nay, you mus… I love the homely and familiar phr… And I will call thee Cousin Marg… However quaint amid the measured l… The good old term appears. Oh! it…

Author Note: In Finland there is… very distateful to the palate. In… foreshew either the death of the G… belonging to the place; and most c… an harper, sweetly singing and dal…

High in the air expos’d the Slave… To all the birds of Heaven, their… He groans not, tho’ awaked by that… New torturers live to drink their… He groans not, tho’ the gorging V…

If thou didst feed on western plai… Or waddle wide with flat and flabb… Over some Cambrian mountain’s pla… Or find in farmer’s yard a safe re… From gipsy thieves and foxes sly a…

It was a little island where he dw… Or rather a lone rock, barren and… Short scanty herbage spotting with… Its gray stone surface. Never mar… Approach’d that rude and uninvitin…

There was an old man breaking ston… To mend the turnpike way, He sat him down beside a brook And out his bread and cheese he to… For now it was mid-day.

MY days among the Dead are past;    Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cas…    The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they,

Stranger! awhile upon this mossy b… Recline thee. If the Sun rides hi… That loves to ripple o’er the rivu… Will play around thy brow, and the… Of running waters soothe thee. Ma…

The lilly cheek, the “purple light… The liquid lustre of the melting e… Mary! of these the Poet sung, for… Did Woman triumph! with no angry… View this degrading conquest. At…