She stood upon the loftiest peak, Amidst the clear blue sky, A bitter smile was on her cheek, And a dark flash in her eye. ‘Dost thou see then, boy?-through…

HOME of the gifted! fare thee we… And a blessing on thee rest; While the heather waves its purple… O’er moor and mountain crest; While stream to stream around thee…

He sat in silence on the ground, The old and haughty Czar; Lonely, tho’ princes girt him roun… And leaders of the war: He had cast his jewell’d sabre,

These birds of Paradise but long… Back to their native mansion. ~ Prophecy of Dante A Requiem! and for whom! For beauty in its bloom?

Hast thou thro’ Eden’s wild-wood… Each mountain-scene, magnificently… Nor with attention’s lifted eye, r… That modest stone, by pious Pembr… Which still records, beyond the pe…

Thou see’st her pictured with her… (Famed were those tresses in Prov… Half braided, half o’er cheek and… Let loose, and pouring sunny waves… Her gorgeous vest. A child’s ligh…

SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou p… And Fancy surveys thee with solem… When thy mountainous billows are w… And the tempest is rous’d by the s… When the moon-beams thro’ winter-c…

o They float before my soul, the fai… Which I would body forth to life… Like clouds that with their waveri… Portray majestic building—dome and…

There was music on the midnight; From a royal fane it roll’d, And a mighty bell, each pause betw… Sternly and slowly toll’d. Strange was their mingling in the…

Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom’s voice and step are… Forget ye not the band, The faithful band, our sires, who…

The citron groves their fruit and… Around a Moorish palace, while th… Of low sweet summer-winds, the bra… With music through their shadowy b… Music and voices, from the marble…

O thou breeze of spring! Gladdening sea and shore, Wake the woods to sing, Streams have felt the sighing Of thy scented wing,

The champions had come from their… Over the crests of the billows far… They had brought back the spoils o… Where the deep had foam’d to their… They sat at their feast round the…

Mark VI. 47-51. Fear was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud; And waves came rolling high and da… And the tall mast was bowed.

‘Thou’rt gone!–thou’rt slumb’ring… With the sounding seas above thee; It is but a restless wo, But a haunting dream to love thee! Thrice the glad swan has sung,