Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora’s… Consumption! silent cheater of the… Thou comest not robed in agonizing… Nor mark’st thy course with Death… But silent and unnoticed thou dost…

Thou simple Lyre! thy music wild Has served to charm the weary hour… And many a lonely night has 'guile… When even pain has own’d, and smil… Its fascinating power.

So ravishing soft upon the tide Of the infuriate gust, it did care… It might have sooth’d its rugged c… And sunk him to a zephyr; - then i… Melting in melody; - and I descri…

Give me a cottage on some Cambria… Where, far from cities, I may spe… And, by the beauties of the scene… May pity man’s pursuits, and shun… While on the rock I mark the brow…

Once more, O Trent! along thy peb… A pensive invalid, reduced and pal… From the close sick-room newly let… Wooes to his wan-worn cheek the pl… O! to his ear how musical the tale

Thou base repiner at another’s joy… Whose eye turns green at merit not… Oh, far away from generous Briton… And find on meaner climes a fitter… Away, away, it shall not be,

Some to Aonian lyres of silver so… With winning elegance attune their… Form’d to sink lightly on the soot… And charm the soul with softest ha… ’Tis then that Hope with sanguine…

He sunk, the impetuous river roll’… The sullen wave betray’d his dying… And rising sad the rustling sedge… The gale of evening touch’d the co… Nymph of the Trent! why didst tho…

Come, Anna! come, the morning daw… Faint streaks of radiance tinge th… Come, let us seek the dewy lawns, And watch the early lark arise; While nature, clad in vesture gay,

Thee do I own, the prompter of my… The soother of my cares, inspiring… And I will ne’er forsake thee. Me… And blame and censure me, that I… My every thought down to the desk,…

When marshal’d on the nightly plai… The glittering host bestud the sky… One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye… Hark! hark! to God the chorus bre…

Oh! thou who, in my early youth, When fancy wore the garb of truth, Wert wont to win my infant feet To some retired, deep fabled seat, Where, by the brooklet’s secret ti…

Ill-fated maid, in whose unhappy t… Chill poverty and misery are seen, Anguish and discontent, the unhapp… Of life, and blackener of each bri… Why to thy votaries dost thou give…

It is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow… It is not grief that bids me moan; It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam…

Woman of weeping eye, ah! for thy… Putting on smiles to lure the lewd… Smiling while anguish gnaws at thy… Sad is thy chance, thou daughter o… Vice and disease are wearing thee…