Thou sleepest but when wilt thou w… When the fawn awakes in the forest… When the lark’s wing mounts with t… When the first rich breath of the… Lovely thou sleepest, yet somethin…

The corn, in golden light, Waves o’er the plain; The sickle’s gleam is bright; Full swells the grain. Now send we far around

Hast thou a scene that is not spre… With records of thy glory fled? A monument that doth not tell The tale of liberty’s farewell? Italia! thou art but a grave

Rome, Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou satst a queen. Thou hadst thy triumphs then

From the bright stars, or from the… Or from some world unreached by hu… Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home… And if thy visions with the past b… Answer me, answer me!

The sea-bird’s wing, o’er ocean’s… Shoots like a glancing star, While the red radiance of the west Spreads kindling fast and far; And yet that splendour wins thee n…

YE nations of Europe! arising to… And scorning submission to tyranny… Oh! follow the track of my bright… Diffusing a path-way of radiance a… Dispelling the shadows of night!

SOUND on, thou dark unslumbering… My dirge is in thy moan; My spirit finds response in thee, To its own ceaseless cry-'Alone,… Yet send me back one other word,

Of life’s past woes, the fading tr… Hath given that aged patriarch’s f… Expression, holy, deep, resign’d, The calm sublimity of mind. Years o’er his snowy head have pas…

Heard ye the Gothic trumpet’s bla… The march of hosts as Alaric pass… His steps have tracked that glorio… The birth-place of heroic time; But he, in northern deserts bred,

A WAIL was heard around the bed,… Amidst her tears the Funeral Chan… -'Ianthis! dost thou sleep?-Thou… The breathing and the rosy calm,… I lull’d thee not to this repose,…

My child, my child, thou leav’st m… The gentle voice no more that bles… With its first utterance; I shall… Of thy light step amidst the flowe… And thy soft-breathing hymn at twi…

o They float before my soul, the fai… Which I would body forth to life… Like clouds that with their waveri… Portray majestic building—dome and…

Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve,

She knelt in prayer. A stream of… Thro’ the stain’d window of her lo… And with its rich, deep, melanchol… Flushing her cheek and pale Madon… While o’er her long hair’s flowing…