As thus oppressed with many a heav… (Though young yet sorrowful), I t… To the dark woodland, longing much… The form of peace, if chance she s… Deep thought and dismal, verging t…

Yes, once more that dying strain, Anna, touch thy lute for me; Sweet, when pity’s tones complain, Doubly sweet is melody. While the Virtues thus enweave

Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora’s… Consumption! silent cheater of the… Thou comest not robed in agonizing… Nor mark’st thy course with Death… But silent and unnoticed thou dost…

Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell… Stretch’d remote in hermit cell, Where the brook runs babbling by, For ever I could listening lie; And catching all the muses’ fire,

Ye unseen spirits, whose wild melo… At evening rising slow, yet sweetl… Steal on the musing poet’s pensive… As by the wood-spring stretch’d su… When he, who now invokes you, low…

Beams of the daybreak faint! I ha… Your dubious hues, as on the robe Of night, which wraps the slumberi… I mark your traces pale. Tired with the taper’s sickly ligh…

Sweet to the gay of heart is Summ… Sweet the wild music of the laughi… But ah! my soul far other scenes b… Where gloomy storms their sullen s… Is it for me to strike the Idalia…

Some to Aonian lyres of silver so… With winning elegance attune their… Form’d to sink lightly on the soot… And charm the soul with softest ha… ’Tis then that Hope with sanguine…

‘In Heaven we shall be purified,… Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake, Retune thy strings for Jesus’ sak… We sing the Saviour of our race, The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-…

‘Do I not feel?’ The doubt is kee… Yea, I do feel-most exquisitely f… My heart can weep, when, from my d… I chase the tear, and stem the ris… Deep buried there I close the ran…

Misfortune, I am young, my chin i… And I have wondered much when men… How youth was free from sorrow and… That thou shouldst dwell with me a… Sure dost not like me!-Shrivelled…

O Lord, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy thron… To bless thy fostering hand. And wilt thou bend a listening ear…

Silence of death-portentous calm, Those airy forms that yonder fly Denote that your void foreruns a s… That the hour of fate is nigh. I see, I see, on the dim mist bor…

Hark! how the merry bells ring joc… And now they die upon the veering… Anon they thunder loud Full on the musing ear. Wafted in varying cadence, by the…

Sleep, baby mine, enkerchieft on m… Thy cries they pierce again my ble… Sleep, baby mine, not long thou’lt… To lull thee fondly in her arms to… Baby, why dost thou keep this sad…