The heavens declare the glory of… Psalm xix. 1. NO cloud obscures the summer sky, The moon in brightness walks on hi… And, set in azure, every star

Oh! enter not yon shadowy cave, Seek not the bright spars there, Though the whispering pines that o… With freshness fill the air: For there the Patriot Three,

What deep wounds ever clos’d witho… The heart’s bleed longest, and but… That which disfigures it. Childe Harold ROYAL in splendour went down the…

COMMANDING pow’r! whose hand… Bids the rude stone to grace and b… Swell to the waving line the polis… And only want Promethean fire to… Sculpture, exult! thy triumph prou…

OH, queen of dreams! ’tis now the… Thy fav’rite hour of silence and o… Come, bring thy wand, whose magic… Can wake the troubled spirits of t… And while around, on ev’ry eye

Bring me the sounding of the torre… With yet a nearer swell-fresh bree… And river, darkening ne’er with hu… Thy wave’s pure silvery green,-and… Spread far before my cabin, with t…

No cloud to dim the splendour of t… Which breaks o’er Naples and her… And lights that brilliant sea and… With every tint that charmed the g… The imperial ones of earth, who pr…

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…

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

OH! bear me to the groves of palm… Where perfum’d airs diffuse their… And when the noon-tide beams invad… Then lay me in the embow’ring shad… Where Bananas o’er my head,

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…

Tell me no more, no more Of my soul’s lofty gifts! Are the… To quench its haunting thirst for… Have I not lov’d, and striven, an… One true heart unto me, whereon my…

FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature’s boun… Luxuriant spreads around her bloom… Profusion laughs o’er all the glow… And softest breezes from thy myrtl… Yet though for thee, unclouded sun…

Thy cheek too swiftly flushes; o’e… The lights and shadows come and go… Thy tears gush forth too soon, and… Are sounds of tenderness too passi… For peace on earth; oh! therefore,…

Nor look nor tone revealeth aught Save woman’s quietness of thought; And yet around her is a light Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.