The Wishing Gate by Charles Mackay BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she Its nightly vigil keeps;
Coronach, Or Death-Wai by Charles Mackay Wail! Wail! For a sub hath set. Which no returning morrow Shall ever call From the darksome pall,
You Have No Enemies by Charles Mackay You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have 6
’Tis Sweet, in the Shade of the Lofty Trees by Charles Mackay ’Tis sweet, in the shade of the lo In the dewy morning time, To hear the song of the joyous lar Or the distant village chime; Or to sit and think,
Solitude by Charles Mackay Why, Solitude, why hath the minst The festive repast of the fair and Why leaves he the city, The wise and the witty, To roam thro’ the woods in communi
Said I to Myself, Said I by Charles Mackay I’m poor and quite unknown, I have neither fame nor rank; My labour is all I own, I have no gold at the bank; I’m one of the common crowd,
To an Eagle by Charles Mackay O! for an eagle’s wings, To brave the rugged blast, In spite of wind and storm to soar O’er mount and meadow vast. O! that I might, like thee,
Gipsy Chaunt by Charles Mackay When tke sentinel mastiff keepeth And all is dark in the farmer’s ya Ere the early cock hath begun to c Abroad with the owl and the bat we Thirst is mighty-hunger is strong
The Maniacs Song to the Wind by Charles Mackay Why, O wind of summer. Why that restless moan? Weepest thou for pleasures That are past and gone? Mournest thou for visions
Cleon and I by Charles Mackay Cleon hath a million acres, Ne’er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,