My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek r… Thus on mine arm, most soothing sw… To sit beside our cot, our cot o’e… With white-flowered jasmine and th… (Meet emblems they of innocence an…

Well, they are gone, and here must… This lime-tree bower my prison! I… Beauties and feelings, such as wou… Most sweet to my remembrance even… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!…

Introduction. Person of Christ. His prayer on the cross. The process of his doctrines on the mind of the individual. Character of the elect. Superstition. Digression to the present war....

For shame, dear friend, renounce t… What would’st thou have a good gre… Place? titles? salary? a gilded ch… Or throne of corses which his swor… Greatness and goodness are not mea…

Oft, oft, methinks, the while with… I breathe, as from the heart, thy… And dedicated bame, I hear A promise and a mystery, A pledge of more than passing life…

'Tis the middle of night by the ca… And the owls have awakened the cro… Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew.

Well! If the Bard was weather—wis… The grand old ballad of Sir Patri… This night, so tranquil now, will… Unroused by winds, that ply a busi… Than those which mould yon cloud i…

Tho’ much averse, dear Jack, to f… To find a likeness for friend V——… I’ve made, thro’ earth, and air, a… A voyage of discovery! And let me add (to ward off strife…

A mount, not wearisome and bare an… But a green mountain variously up-… Where o’er the jutting rocks soft… Or colored lichens with slow oozin… Where cypress and the darker yew s…

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to s… O God! preserve my mother dear In strength and health for many a… And, O! preserve my father too,

From his brimstone bed at break of… A walking the DEVIL is gone, To visit his little snug farm of t… And see how his stock went on. Over the hill and over the dale,

The butterfly the ancient Grecian… The soul’s fair emblem, and its on… But of the soul, escaped the slavi… Of mortal life!—For in this earth… Ours is the reptile’s lot, much to…

... Finally, what is Reason? You… answer:— Whene’er the mist, that stands 'tw… [Sublimates] to a pure transparenc… That intercepts no light and adds…

As late each flower that sweetest… I pluck’d, the Garden’s pride! Within the petals of a Rose A sleeping Love I 'spied. Around his brows a beamy wreath