YOUTH! thou art a lovely time, With thy wild and dreaming eyes; Looking onwards to their prime, Coloured by their April skies, Yet I do not wish for thee,

SHE sat alone beside her hearth’€… For many nights alone; She slept not on the pleasant couc… Where fragrant herbs were strewn. At first she bound her raven hair

OH lone and lovely solitude, Washed by the sounding sea; Nature was in a poet’s mood, When she created thee. How pleasant in the hour of noon

ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancel… O’er the neck of his courser the r… And beside hung his helmet, for ba… To meet the soft breeze that was f… And 'the flowers of the forest’ we…

IT was a king in Africa, He had an only son; And none of Europe’s crowned king… Could have a dearer one. With good cane arrows five feet lo…

A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with pride; It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied. And yet how many weary hours

THERE’S a white stone placed up… Beneath is a soldier lying - The death-wound came, amid sword a… When banner and ball were flying. Yet now he sleeps, the turf on his…

None will dwell in that cottage; f… Oppression reft it from an honest… And that a curse clings to it. He… Trails its green weight of leaves… Hence weeds are in the garden; hen…

He is come from the land of the sw… From the sainted battles of Pales… The snow plumes wave o’er his vict… Like a glory, the red cross hangs… His courser is black, as black can…

I SHOULD like to dwell where th… Rock’d to and fro as tranquilly, As if it were willing the halcyon’… Should shelter through summer its… When a plaining murmur like that o…

AND the night was dark and calm, There was not a breath of air, The leaves of the grove were still… As the presence of death were ther… Only a moaning sound

HE sleeps, his head upon his swor… His soldier’s cloak a shroud; His church-yard is the open field,… Three times it has been plough’d: The first time that the wheat spru…

Fall, fall, ye mighty temples to t… Not in your sculptured rise Is the real exercise Of human nature’s brightest power… ’Tis in the lofty hope, the daily…

GATHER her raven hair in one ri… Let the white champac light it, as… Gives to the dusky night a sudden… Shining afar. Shed fragrant oils upon her fragra…

IS there a spot where Pity’s foot… Although unsandalled, fears to tre… A silence where her voice is mute, Where tears, and only tears, are s… It is the desolated home