I’m poor and quite unknown, I have neither fame nor rank; My labour is all I own, I have no gold at the bank; I’m one of the common crowd,

Let others chase the timid deer O’er field or level moor, We’ve a braver sport, and a nobler… To chase the mighty boar. Through forest dark, and tangled w…

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

The eagle hath stooped from his ey… Weep, daughter of Salem, the spoi… Weep, weep and lament, for he come… And the vengeance of God is the g… I see his fierce horsemen prepare…

Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,

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…

Alder tree, O alder tree, Over his grave reclining; I’ve braided a wreath of the faire… That ever were fed by the spring-t… Or nursed by the summer shining.

In cold misfortune’s cheerless day… When joy and peace and love depart… When friends deceive, and hopes de… And sorrows press the heavy heart, O! Lord, Thou canst relief impart…

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…

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

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…

Come, soul-inspiring Mirth, I’ll twine a wreath for thee, With flowers of spring-time birth, Born amid Nature’s glee: Born when the cuckoo sung

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 sweet at morn among the corn, When air and earth are jolly, But sweeter far, at evening’s star… Among the woods of holly. The morn, though fair, is tinged w…

Here lieth one who had no soul What matters it, I pray, If he possessed more truth than th… Who boast of reason’s ray?