Strew roses on the way, And think no more of grief, Short is the passing day, Short-lived the summer leaf; Short is our mortal span

I saw a stain on the last year’s s… Brothers! a stain of blood! But the cold hath past, and the wa… And the trees are in the bud. The snow hath melted from dale and…

When my soul flies to the first gr… Friends of the bard! let my dwelli… By the green bank of that rippling… Under the shade of yon tall beech… Bury me there, ye lovers of song,

Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh… Freedom, though crushed, shall nev… Though for awhile her noble head Be trampled by the Cossack’s trea… Though the proud Russian lay her…

A traveller on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening-t…

When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,

While the beams of the daylight ye… ’Sail onwards, my bark, to the isl… ‘Where Love blooms for ever in fo… ’And Passion forgets not the vows… ‘Where Friendship forsakes not, t…

O! Father, hear! Thou know’st my secret thought, Thou know’st with love and fear I bend before Thy mighty throne, And before Thee I hold myself as…

O! why should we bewail the dead, Why sorrow o’er their narrow bed? Have they not sought the happy sho… Where human cares oppress no more? Bewail them not!-more blest than w…

A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…

Cleon hath a million acres, Ne’er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,

In valleys where the white man’s f… Ne’er treads the early dew, By mighty streams, whose waters de… Ne’er bear his light canoe; In wild woods, where the settler’s…

The rushing winds around us sweep, The storms about us roar, And we-we skim the foaming deep, A thousand miles from shore. Fierce o’er the wave the tempests…

Sweet deceiver! who so oft Hast lulled my soul with visions s… When the heart is new and young, Thou dost come with honeyed tongue… Whispering to confiding youth

SHEPHERD, thou say’st there is… Which rules our changeful destinie… Can mortal vision soar so far, Or pierce such mighty mysteries? Shepherd, ’tis said thy mind recal…