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WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged aroun… With living snow—drops? circlet br… How glorious to this orchard—groun… Who loved the little Rock, and se…
WHERE be the temples which, in… For his paternal Gods, the Trojan… Gone like a morning dream, or like… Of clouds that in cerulean ether b… Ere Julius landed on her white—cl…
I come, ye little noisy Crew, Not long your pastime to prevent; I heard the blessing which to you Our common Friend and Father sent… I kissed his cheek before he died;
DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vil… Uprisen—to lodge among ancestral k… And to inflict shame’s salutary st… On the remorseless hearts of men g… In a blind worship; men perversely…
I marvel how Nature could ever fi… For so many strange contrasts in o… There’s thought and no thought, an… And bustle and sluggishness, pleas… There’s weakness, and strength bot…
'WHO but hails the sight with ple… When the wings of genius rise, Their ability to measure With great enterprise; But in man was ne’er such daring
The world is too much with us; lat… Getting and spending, we lay waste… Little we see in Nature that is o… We have given our hearts away, a s… This Sea that bares her bosom to…
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
‘WEAK is the will of Man, his ju… ’Remembrance persecutes, and Hope… ‘Heavy is woe;—and joy, for human—… ’A mournful thing, so transient is… Thus might 'he’ paint our lot of m…
Earth has not anything to show mor… Dull would he be of soul who could… A sight so touching in its majesty… This City now doth like a garment… The beauty of the morning; silent,…
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,
IT was a beautiful and silent day That overspread the countenance of… Then fading with unusual quietness… A day as beautiful as e’er was giv… To soothe regret, though deepening…
COME ye—who, if (which Heaven av… Were with herself at strife, would… Like gallant Falkland, by the Mon… And, like Montrose, make Loyalty… Come ye—who, not less zealous, mig…
SPADE! with which Wilkinson hat… And shaped these pleasant walks by… Thou art a tool of honour in my ha… I press thee, through the yielding… Rare master has it been thy lot to…
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…