Rising and setting Suns of Libert… Mountainous Exploits; and the Wre… By stormy Passion o’er Life’s tre… Relieved by Shores of green delig… And starry Dreams, and the serene…

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…

Behold an Indian isle, reposed Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, Even like a royal bride, be-rosed With passion in her happy rest. Or, when the morn is there disclos…

LITTLE, perhaps, thou valuest v… Little hast read of what my hand h… Yet I with thy brave memory would… The muse’s amaranths. For thou we… For freedom; well her sacred lesso…

With a resplendent Eastern bride, Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling, ’Mid odours of so rare a steam That like a breath of love they se…

My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low

A LONELY boy, far venturing fro… Out on the half-wild herd’s faint… ’Mid rock-browned mountains, which… Glare into haggard chasms deep ado… A rude and craggy world, the prosp…

Great captain if you will! great… Great minion of the crown! - but a… He was not! He? the iron instrume… Of mere authority! the atheist Of a conventional and most earthy…

MARK yon runnel, how ’tis flowin… Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the spring-blooms near it blowi… And the sunlight o’er it beaming— Bright from bank to bank, or growi…

For Outward Show we barter Compe… Family Comfort, Credit, Friendsh… And even Love’s own dreamy Eden,… The beantifullest Flowers of Life… To breathe a soul-sweet incense to…

“WHO would not be a poet?” thus… In thy proud sonnet, my poetic fri… And unto this my full assent was g… “There is not, cannot be, under al… Aught happier in itself than the w…

HIS MIND alone is kingly who (t… But venerates of present things or… What he believeth good, kneeling t… Save God and Truth! Who awed not… And shadowy scheme of Life, but a…

Fair as the Day!—a genial day ser… Of early Summer, when the living… Seems God’s own breath, and Flowe… To the warm light, look smiling fo… The heapy folds of Nature’s mantl…

Think you I have not skill to gat… If I could love it as some others… Or that I lack the spirit of a bo… And resolute man in any cause that… Because I scorn to juggle with yo…

IN VAIN, when music’s seraph-fi… Runs kindling through the air, Making it such as gods respire, (And gods perhaps are there!) In vain would words of subtlest wi…