I am a harp of many chords, and ea… Strung by a separate hand;—most mu… My notes, discoursing with the men… Not the outward ear. Try them, th… With wisdom, fancy, graceful gaiet…

HOW can I keep my Christmas feas… In its due festive show, Reft of the sight of the High Pri… From whom its glories flow? I hear the tuneful bells around,

Prune thou thy words; the thoughts… That o’er thee swell and throng;— They will condense within thy soul… And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run

Lead, kindly Light, amid the enci… Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far f… Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask t…

Let the sun summon all his beams t… Bright pageant in his court, the c… Earth trim her fields and leaf her… Till the dull month with summer-sp… It is my Birthday;—and I fain wou…

‘Snapdragon’ a Riddle for a Flowe… I am rooted in the wall Of buttress’d tower or ancient hal… Prison’d in an art-wrought bed. Cased in mortar, cramp’d with lead…

Weep not for me;— Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with… The stream of love that circles ho… Light hearts and free! Joy in the gifts Heaven’s bounty…

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign… First quicken’d love divine; I am all Thine,'€”Thy care and ch… My very praise is Thine. I praise Thee, while Thy providen…

MAN is permitted much To scan and learn In Nature’€™s frame; Till he well-nigh can tame Brute mischiefs, and can touch

‘Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscer… Atque metus omnes, et inexorabile… Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Ac… IN childhood, when with eager eye… The season-measured year I view’d…

WHEN mirth is full and free, Some sudden gloom shall be; When haughty power mounts high, The Watcher’s axe is nigh. All growth has bound; when greates…

O that Thou wouldest rend the bre… That veils Thy presence from the… O that, as erst Thou camest from… Sudden in strength, Thou so would… Track’d out by judgments was Thy…

There is in stillness oft a magic… To calm the breast, when strugglin… Touch’d by its influence, in the s… Diviner feelings, kindred with the… By this the Arab’s kindling thoug…

OH! miserable power To dreams allow’d, to raise the gu… And back awhile the illumined spir… On its youth’s twilight hour; In mockery guiling it to act again