I WISH for the days of the olden… When the hours were told by the ab… When the glorious stars looked dow… Like approving saints on the choir… I think of the days we are living…

‘We fly from the cold.’ AWAY, away, o’er land and sea, This is now no home for me; My light wings may never bear Northern cloud or winter air.

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…

Alone, alone! - no other face Wears kindred smile, kindred line; And yet they say my mother’s eyes. They say my father’s brow, is mine… And either had rejected to see

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…

THROUGH the light curtains came… And flung them back and show’d a g… The eye could just catch glimpses… Which send sweet messages upon the… To lull a maiden’s sleep, and fan…

SUMMER is come, with her leaves… Summer is come, with the sun on he… The lark in the clouds, and the th… And the dove in the thicket, make… The noon is abroad, but the shadow…

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

SHE was just risen from her bende… But yet peace seem’d not with her… For there was paleness upon her yo… And thoughts upon the lips which n… But wring the heart that at the la…

SHE left the festival, for it see… Now that her eye no longer dwelt o… And sought her chamber,—gazed, (th… Upon a mirror that before her lay, Half fearing, half believing her s…

AY, surely it is here that Love s… And find, (if he may find on earth… Here cast off all the sorrow and t… That cling like shadows to his ver… Young Love, thou art belied: they…

I PRAY thee lay me not to rest Among these mouldering bones; Too heavily the earth is prest By all these crowded stones. Life is too gay—life is too near—

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

NEVER more, when the day is o’er… Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing’€”no monks ar… When the moonlight falls around. A few pale flowers, which in other…

THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England’s noblest memories… Of old historic hours. Vast, shadowy, dark, and indistinc…