When your rights are destroyed, an… When your kings and your princes t… O! shall it be said that no vengea… The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a… O! shall it be said that the Germ…

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,

Far away! O far away, Over the wide sea’s bounding spray… Many a league o’er the pelting foa… We seek a country, we seek a home! Farewell, England! our native lan…

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…

We come! We come! To soften the strokes of fate. And lead the wanderer back in drea… To his woodland cot, and his nativ… And his long-expecting mate.

Why, Solitude, why hath the minst… The festive repast of the fair and… Why leaves he the city, The wise and the witty, To roam thro’ the woods in communi…

Tis sad to go a-roving Through the weary world alone, For the bliss of life is loving, Ere the days of youth are flown And old age is Love’s undoing,

Come, maidens come, to our merry d… Youth and Beauty come together; Let young hearts meet In converse sweet, At twilight’s time, in the summer…

BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour… The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she… Its nightly vigil keeps;

Hast thou forgotten her to whom You vowed such vows of truth, She who was dearest to thy heart In days of hope and youth? Dost thou forget the parting praye…

A little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn; He walled it in and hung with care

Light is love without esteem. Lighter than a feather, But ours has borne Contempt and scorn, And sorrow’s wintry weather!

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

‘Where is the place of their first… ’Where, oh where, is that green ba… ‘Under whose cover ’The maid and her lover ‘Plighted their troth and their co…

BEAUTIFUL Paris! morning star… The Lucifer of cities, lifting hi… The beacon blaze of young democrac… Medina and Gomorrha both in one Medina of a high and holy creed