He stopt,—it surely was a groan That from the hovel came! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes!

O thou who from the mountain’s hei… Roll’st down thy clouds with all t… Of waters to old Niles majestic t… Or o’er the dark sepulchral plain Recallest thy Palmyra’s ancient p…

And I was once like this! that gl… Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling… Smooth as the level lake, when not… Dies o’er the sleeping surface! tw… Have wrought strange alteration!…

There was an old man breaking ston… To mend the turnpike way, He sat him down beside a brook And out his bread and cheese he to… For now it was mid-day.

Art thou a Patriot Traveller? on… Did FALKLAND fall the blameles… Beneath a Tyrant’s banners: dost… Of loyal ardor? HAMBDEN perish… The rebel HAMBDEN, at whose gl…

This is the place where William’s… Did from their poor and peaceful h… Unfriended, desolate, and shelterl… The habitants of all the fertile t… Far as these wilds extend. He lev…

She spake, and lo! celestial radia… Amid the air, such odors wafting n… As erst came blended with the even… From Eden’s bowers of bliss. An a… Stood by the Maid; his wings, eth…

JANE. Harry! I’m tired of playing. We’l… The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps… One of her stories. HARRY.

The summer and autumn had been so… That in winter the corn was growin… ’Twas a piteous sight to see all a… The grain lie rotting on the groun… Every day the starving poor

(to the rainbow) Mild arch of promise! on the eveni… Thou shinest fair with many a love… Each in the other melting. Much m… Delights to linger on thee; for th…

Aye Charles! I knew that this wou… This woodbine wreathing round the… Its leaves just withering, yet one… Still fresh and fragrant; and yon… That thro’ the creeping weeds and…

ACT III. SCENE—SMITHFIELD. PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL.) You look disturb’d, my father? JOHN BALL.

A Well there is in the west count… And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife in the west co… But has heard of the Well of St.… An oak and an elm-tree stand besid…

The lilly cheek, the “purple light… The liquid lustre of the melting e… Mary! of these the Poet sung, for… Did Woman triumph! with no angry… View this degrading conquest. At…

Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair… Thy lofty hills which fern and fur… The waters that roll musically dow… Thy woody glens, the traveller wit… Recalls to memory, and the channel…