IN old Shuil Donald’s cottage th… And stifled sobs, and murmurings o… For the old man’s cherish’d blessi… The sleep from which no human wish… Oh, dark are now those gentle eyes…

I went, alone, to the old familiar… Where we often met,— When the twilight soften’d thy bri… And the sun had set. All things around seem’d whisperin…

MY heart is like a withered nut, Rattling within its hollow shell; You cannot ope my breast, and put Any thing fresh with it to dwell. The hopes and dreams that filled i…

BY the rush of the Rhine’s broad… Down whose rapid tide We sailed as in some sweet dream Sitting side by side; By the depth of its clear blue wav…

SPIRIT! who over this our morta… Where nought hath birth Which imperfection doth not some w… Since Earth offended HIM— Thou who unseen, from out thy radi…

SINCE in the pleasant time of op… That flow’r, Her life, was doom’d… Since Her dear loss hath shaded l… And turn’d to mourning all the smi… Henceforward when the warm soft br…

RUINS! A charm is in the word: It makes us smile, it makes us sig… ‘Tis like the note of some spring… Recalling other Springs gone by, And other wood-notes which we hear…

GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim a… Pleasantly shelter’d me in days of… Dear lost companion, whose slow-pa… Then wander’d with me on that moss… Still, like a natural temple, spri…

Nor wert thou only by thy kindred… Young mother! gentle daughter! che… Deep in her memory France hath fo… The records of thy unassuming life… Oft shall the statue heroine bring…

WHERE the red wine-cup floweth,… Where luxury curtains out the even… Triumphant Mirth sits flush’d upo… And ready laughter lurks within th… Where the long day declineth, lone…

IT is the twilight hour, The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing Of the cold and wintry sun. It is the time when Friendship

ERE the Night cometh! On how man… Rests, at this hour, their first c… Wild o’er the earth the sleety tem… Silent, our Lost Ones slumber on… Never to share again the genial gl…

OH! crystal eyes, in which my ima… While I was near, as in a fountai… Let it not in like manner pass awa… When I am gone; for I am Love’s… And in my eyes thine image dwells…

YES, I know that you once were m… But that sort of thing has an end, And though love and its transports… You know you can still be—my frien… I was young, too, and foolish, rem…