Throughout our rambles much we fin… The bee trees burst with honey; Wild birds we tame of every kind, At once they seem to be resign’d; I know but one that lags behind,

Hark! from the mighty Hero’s tomb… I hear a voice proclaim! A sound which fills the world with… But magnifies his name. His flight from time let braves de…

ON ACCOUNT OF THE IM… Oh, heartless dove! mount in the s… Spread thy soft wing upon the gale… Or on thy sacred pinions rise, Nor brood with silence in the vale…

Though with an angel’s tongue I set on fire the congregations al… ’Tis but a brazen bell that I hav… And I to nothing fall; My theme is but an idle air

And wilt thou, love, my soul displ… And all my secret thoughts betray? I strove but could not hold thee f… My heart flies off with thee at la… The favorite daughter of the dawn,

O death, thy power I own, Whose mission was to rush, And snatch the rose, so quickly bl… Down from its native bush; The flower of beauty doom’d to pin…

Sweet on the house top falls the g… When jet black darkness crowns the… When shrill the owlet pours her ho… Like some lost child sequester’d a… When Will’s bewildering wisp begi…

Thou delicate blossom; thy short r… Thou sample of virtue and prize of… No more are thy beauties by mortal… They now are but food for the worm… Thou art gone to the tomb, whence…

Bless’d hope, when Tempe takes he… And leaves her lass-lorn lover to… Like Luna mantling o’er the brow… Thy glowing wing dispels the gloom… Yes, wondrous hope, when Tempe sa…

E’en John the Baptist did not kno… Who Christ the Lord could be, And bade his own disciples go The strange event to see. They said, Art thou the one of wh…

Eliza, tell thy lover why Or what induced thee to deceive me… Fare thee well—away I fly— I shun the lass who thus will grie… Eliza, still thou art my song,

Sweet memory, like a pleasing drea… Still lends a dull and feeble ray; For ages with her vestige teems, When beauty’s trace is worn away. When pleasure, with her harps unst…

As smoke from a volcano soars in t… The soul of man discontent mounts… Exhaled as to heaven in mystical p… Invoking that love which forbids h… Sweet hope, lovely passion, my gri…

Deserted of her Spouse, she sat l… Hast thou gone and left me, Void of faults but strictly true? Fly far away Without delay,

Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see, Fire! fire! in the city all cry; Like quails from the eagle all fle… Escape in a moment or die. It looks like the battle of Troy,