DEEP, fiery clouds o’ercast the… Dead stillness reigns in air, There is not e’en a breeze, on hig… The gossamer to bear. The woods are hushed, the waves at…

WHERE is the summer, with her go… —That festal glory hath not pass’d… For me alone the laughing day is d… Where is the summer with her voice… —Far in my own bright land!

Go to the forest-shade, Seek thou the well-known glade, Where, heavy with sweet dew, the v… Gleaming thro’ moss-tufts deep, Like dark eyes fill’d with sleep,

Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where freedom’s voice and step are… Forget ye not the band, The faithful band, our sires, who…

Yes! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was not fell’d by the woodm… Or the rush of the sweeping blast; For the axe might never touch that…

Sleep 'midst thy banners furl’d! Yes! thou art there, upon thy buck… With the soft wind unfelt around t… Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet… Sleep while the babe sleeps on its…

Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, With shield and crested head, Sleeps proudly in the purple gloom By the stain’d window shed; The records of thy name and race

She stood upon the loftiest peak, Amidst the clear blue sky, A bitter smile was on her cheek, And a dark flash in her eye. ‘Dost thou see then, boy?-through…

Clad in all their brightest green, This day verdant fields are seen; The tuneful birds begin their lay, To celebrate thy natal day. The breeze is still, the sea is ca…

Thy heart is in the upper world, w… Thy heart is where the mountain-fi… And where the snow-peaks gleam lik… And where the Lauwine’s peal is h… I know thou lovest me well, dear f…

THE Sky-lark, when the dews of m… Hang tremulous on flower and thorn… And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale, To the first sunbeam spreads his w…

She sat, where on each wind that s… The citron’s breath went by, While the red gold of eventide Burn’d in th’ Italian sky. Her bower was one where daylight’s…

A monarch on his death—bed lay— Did censors waft perfume, And soft lamps pour their silvery… Thro’ his proud chamber’s gloom? He lay upon a greensward bed,

Wouldst thou wear the gift of immo… Wouldst thou smile in scorn at the… Drink of this cup! it is richly fr… With balm from the gardens of geni… Drink, and the spoiler shall pass…

SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou p… And Fancy surveys thee with solem… When thy mountainous billows are w… And the tempest is rous’d by the s… When the moon-beams thro’ winter-c…