Faint gleams the evening radiance… The sober twilight dimly darkens r… In short quick circles the shrill… And the slow vapour curls along th… Now the pleas’d eye from yon lone…

Here Stranger rest thee! from the… Of Oxford, haply thou hast forced… Up this strong stream, whose broke… Send pleasant murmurs to the liste… Rest thee beneath this hazel; its…

It was a little island where he dw… Or rather a lone rock, barren and… Short scanty herbage spotting with… Its gray stone surface. Never mar… Approach’d that rude and uninvitin…

STRANGER. Old friend! why you seem bent on p… Breaking the highway stones,—and ’… Somewhat too hard methinks for age… OLD MAN.

Argument. To leap from the promontory of L… a remedy for hopeless love, if the… life. Artemisia lost her life in t… said thus to have perished, in att…

You are old, Father William, the… The few locks which are left you a… You are hale, Father William, a h… Now tell me the reason I pray. In the days of my youth, Father W…

Jaspar was poor, and want and vice Had made his heart like stone, And Jaspar look’d with envious ey… On riches not his own. On plunder bent abroad he went

MY days among the Dead are past;    Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cas…    The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they,

And wouldst thou seek the low abod… Where PEACE delights to dwell? Pause Traveller on thy way of lif… With many a snare and peril rife Is that long labyrinth of road:

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…

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…

My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cas… The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they,

Come melancholy Moralizer—come! Gather with me the dark and wintry… With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME! Come Moralizer to the funeral son…

Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Leave thy guilty sire to die. O’er the heath the stripling fled, The wild storm howling round his h… Fear mightier thro’ the shades of…

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…