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Stern Daughter of the Voice of G… O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law
Is there a power that can sustain… The captive chieftain, by a tyrant… Forced to descend into his destine… A dungeon dark! where he must wast… And lie cut off from all his heart…
Now that all hearts are glad, all… Our aged Sovereign sits, to the e… Of states and kingdoms, to their j… Insensible. He sits deprived of s… And lamentably wrapt in twofold ni…
I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with… And an unthinking grief! The tend… Of that Man’s mind—what can it be… Fed his first hopes? what knowledg… 'Tis not in battles that from yout…
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of… Thou rocky corner in the lowest st… Of that magnificent temple which d… One side of our whole vale with gr… Sweet garden—orchard, eminently fa…
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…
FESTIVALS have I seen that we… This is young Buonaparte’s natal… And his is henceforth an establish… Consul for life. With worship Fra… Her approbation, and with pomps an…
O blithe New—comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird… Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass
FROM Nature doth emotion come, a… Of calmness equally are Nature’s… This is her glory; these two attri… Are sister horns that constitute h… Hence Genius, born to thrive by i…
PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, dais… Let them live upon their praises; Long as there’s a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets,
OFT have I caught, upon a fitful… Fragments of far—off melodies, With ear not coveting the whole, A part so charmed the pensive soul… While a dark storm before my sight
By Moscow self—devoted to a blaze Of dreadful sacrifice, by Russian… Lavished in fight with desperate h… The unfeeling Elements no claim s… To rob our Human—nature of just p…
ALAS! what boots the long labori… Of moral prudence, sought through… Or pains abstruse—to elevate the w… And lead us on to that transcenden… Where every passion shall the sway…
EVEN as a river,—partly (it migh… Yielding to old remembrances, and… In part by fear to shape a way dir… That would engulph him soon in the… Turns, and will measure back his c…
JONES! as from Calais southward… Went pacing side by side, this pub… Streamed with the pomp of a too—cr… When faith was pledged to new—born… A homeless sound of joy was in the…