1799
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“What, you are stepping westward?”… —'Twould be a 'wildish’ destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange Land, and far from h… Were in this place the guests of…
Once did She hold the gorgeous ea… And was the safeguard of the west:… Of Venice did not fall below her… Venice, the eldest Child of Liber… She was a maiden City, bright and…
The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun;
MARK the concentred hazels that… Yon old grey Stone, protected fro… Of noontide suns:—and even the bea… And glance, while wantonly the rou… Are seldom free to touch the moss…
SMILE of the Moon!——for I so na… That silent greeting from above; A gentle flash of light that came From her whom drooping captives lo… Or art thou of still higher birth?
O’ERWEENING Statesmen have fu… On fleets and armies, and external… But from 'within’ proceeds a Nati… Which shall not fail, though poor… To the paternal floor; or turn asi…
I DROPPED my pen; and listened… That sang of trees uptorn and vess… A midnight harmony; and wholly los… To the general sense of men by cha… Of business, care, or pleasure; or…
INTREPID sons of Albion! not b… Is life despised; ah no, the spaci… Ne’er saw a race who held, by righ… So many objects to which love is d… Ye slight not life—to God and Nat…
SOON did he Almighty Giver of a… Take those dear young Ones to a f… And in Death’s arms has long repo… For whom this simple Register was… Thanks to the moth that spared it…
GREAT men have been among us; ha… And tongues that utter’d wisdom—be… The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrin… Young Vane, and others who call’d… These moralists could act and comp…
A plague on your languages, Germa… Let me have the song of the kettle… And the tongs and the poker, inste… That gallops away with such fury a… On this dreary dull plate of black…
THE Danish Conqueror, on his roy… Mustering a face of haughty sovere… To aid a covert purpose, cried—'O… Approaching Waters of the deep, t… With this green isle my fortunes,…
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain…
A ROMAN Master stands on Greci… And to the people at the Isthmian… Assembled, He, by a herald’s voic… THE LIBERTY OF GREECE:—th… Until all voices in one voice are…
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…