Quick o’er the wintry waste dart f… Bleak blows the blast-now howls—th… And oft upon its awful wings it wa… The dying wanderer’s distant, feeb… Now, when athwart the gloom gaunt…

‘Do I not feel?’ The doubt is kee… Yea, I do feel-most exquisitely f… My heart can weep, when, from my d… I chase the tear, and stem the ris… Deep buried there I close the ran…

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…

I. 1. Many there be, who, through the va… With velvet pace, unnoticed, softl… While jarring discord’s inharmonio… Awakes them not to woe.

Hence, away, vindictive thought; Thy pictures are of pain; The visions through thy dark eye c… They with no gentle charms are fra… So pr’y thee back again.

What art thou, Mighty One! and wh… Thou broodest on the calm that che… And thou dost bear within thine aw… The rolling thunders and the light… Stern on thy dark-wrought car of c…

Thy judgments, Lord, are just; th… The face of pity and of love divin… But mine is guilt-thou must not, c… While heaven is true, and equity i… Yes, oh my God!-such crimes as mi…

Yes, once more that dying strain, Anna, touch thy lute for me; Sweet, when pity’s tones complain, Doubly sweet is melody. While the Virtues thus enweave

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…

Silence of death-portentous calm, Those airy forms that yonder fly Denote that your void foreruns a s… That the hour of fate is nigh. I see, I see, on the dim mist bor…

Lo! in the west, fast fades the li… And day’s last vestige takes its s… No more is heard the woodman’s mea… Which with the dawn from yonder di… No more, hoarse clamouring o’er th…

Sleep, baby mine, enkerchieft on m… Thy cries they pierce again my ble… Sleep, baby mine, not long thou’lt… To lull thee fondly in her arms to… Baby, why dost thou keep this sad…

Child of Misfortune! Offspring of… Mark like the meteor’s gleam his m… With hollow cheeks and haggard eye… Behold he shrieking passes by: I see, I see him near:

Saw’st thou that light? exclaim’d… Through yon dark firs it glanced,… That skirts the woods it for a mom… Again, more light it gleam’d,-or d… Delude mine eyes with shapes of wo…

Sweet to the gay of heart is Summ… Sweet the wild music of the laughi… But ah! my soul far other scenes b… Where gloomy storms their sullen s… Is it for me to strike the Idalia…