THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her bre…
Heavy hangs the raindrop From the burdened spray; Heavy broods the damp mist On uplands far away; Heavy looms the dull sky,
It was night and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountai… Down the darkness stole away. Long ago the hopeless peasant
How still, how happy! Those are w… That once would scarce agree toget… I loved the plashing of the surge… The changing heaven the breezy wea… More than smooth seas and cloudles…
Often rebuked, yet always back ret… To those first feelings that were… And leaving busy chase of wealth a… For idle dreams of things which ca… To—day, I will seek not the shado…
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending
High waving heather 'neath stormy… Midnight and moonlight and bright… Darkness and glory rejoicingly ble… Earth rising to heaven and heaven… Man’s spirit away from its drear d…
Come, walk with me, There’s only thee To bless my spirit now — We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow;
For him who struck thy foreign str… I ween this heart has ceased to ca… Then why dost thou such feelings b… To my sad spirit—old Guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight
O, thy bright eyes must answer now… When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy sweet tongue must plead for… And tell why I have chosen thee!
‘Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear… While summer’s sun is beaming! Space—sweeping soul, what sad refr…
Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer’s forests green; And what a gush of song is given To welcome in that light serene. A fresh wind waves the clustering…
Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? “An Autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully.… Tell me, what is the present hour?
Riches I hold in light esteem; And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn: And if I pray, the only prayer
How beautiful the Earth is still To thee–how full of Happiness; How little fraught with real ill Or shadowy phantoms of distress; How Spring can bring thee glory y…