A poet!—He hath put his heart to… Nor dares to move unpropped upon t… Which art hath lodged within his h… By precept only, and shed tears by… Thy Art be Nature; the live curre…

Where holy ground begins, unhallow… Is marked by no distinguishable li… The turf unites, the pathways inte… And, wheresoe’er the stealing foot… Garden, and that domain where kind…

BUT Cytherea, studious to invent Arts yet untried, upon new counsel… Resolves that Cupid, changed in f… To young Ascanius, should assume… Present the maddening gifts, and k…

AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue… Reports of him, his dwelling or hi… Does yet the unheard—of vessel rid… Or is she swallowed up, remote fro… Of pitying human nature? Once aga…

HOW sweet it is, when mother Fan… The wayward brain, to saunter thro… An old place, full of many a lovel… Tall trees, green arbours, and gro… And wild rose tip—toe upon hawthor…

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,…

The young Lady to whom this was a… composed at school, and during my… There is not an image in it which… my seventy—third year, I recollect… of them were noticed. I will confi…

Milton! thou shouldst be living at… England hath need of thee: she is… Of stagnant waters: altar, sword,… Fireside, the heroic wealth of hal… Have forfeited their ancient Engl…

AGE! twine thy brows with fresh s… And call a train of laughing Hour… And bid them dance, and bid them s… And thou, too, mingle in the ring! Take to thy heart a new delight;