STRANGER! the MAN OF NATU… Enshrin’d far distant by his rival… His relics rest, there by the gidd… With blind idolatry alike revered! Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim…

Aye Charles! I knew that this wou… This woodbine wreathing round the… Its leaves just withering, yet one… Still fresh and fragrant; and yon… That thro’ the creeping weeds and…

Why dost thou beat thy breast and… And to the deaf sea pour thy frant… Before the gale the laden vessel f… The Heavens all-favoring smile, t… Hark to the clamors of the exultin…

“Lo I, the man who erst the Muse… Her deepest notes to swell the Pa… Am now enforst a far unfitter task For cap and gown to leave my minst… For yon dull noise that tinkles on…

What tho’ no sculptur’d monument p… Thy fate-yet Albert in my breast… Inshrin’d the sad remembrance; yet… Will fill my throbbing bosom. Whe… The child of murdered HOPE, fed…

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…

Jaspar was poor, and want and vice Had made his heart like stone, And Jaspar look’d with envious ey… On riches not his own. On plunder bent abroad he went

Here Stranger rest thee! from the… Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced… Up this strong stream, whose broke… Send pleasant murmurs to the liste… Rest thee beneath this hazel; its…

’Tis night; the mercenary tyrants… As undisturb’d as Justice! but no… The wretched Slave, as on his nat… Rests on his reedy couch: he wakes… Tho’ thro’ the toil and anguish of…

And they have drown’d thee then at… The burthen of old age was heavy o… And yet thou should’st have lived!… Was dim, and watch’d no more with… The wonted call that on thy dull s…

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

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…

Let ancient stories round the pain… Who stole from many a maid his Ve… Till warm devotion fired each gaze… And every bosom bounded with alarm… He culled the beauties of his nati…

The Raven croak’d as she sate at… And the Old Woman knew what he sa… And she grew pale at the Raven’s… And sicken’d and went to her bed. Now fetch me my children, and fetc…

Hark—how the church-bells thunderi… Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy… Good tidings of great joy! two gal… Met on the element,—they met, they… A desperate fight!—good tidings of…