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Emblem of life! see changeful Apr… In varying vest along the shadowy… Now bidding summer’s softest zephy… Anon recalling winter’s stormy gal… And pouring from the cloud her sud…
The western gale, Mild as the kisses of connubial lo… Plays round my languid limbs, as a… Beneath the ancient elm’s fantasti… I lie, exhausted with the noontide…
Sweet scented flower! who art wont… On January’s front severe, And o’er the wintry desert drear To waft thy waste perfume! Come, thou shalt form my nosegay n…
‘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…
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…
Hence, away, vindictive thought; Thy pictures are of pain; The visions through thy dark eye c… They with no gentle charms are fra… So pr’y thee back again.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the stri… Strengthened with the bread of lif… Let your drooping hearts be glad;
The morning sun’s enchanting rays Now call forth every songster’s pr… Now the lark, with upward flight, Gaily ushers in the light; While wildly warbling from each tr…
Let the sublimer Muse, who wrapt… Rides on the raven pennons of the… Or o’er the field with purple havo… Lashes her steeds and sings along… Let her, whom more ferocious strai…
Mild offspring of a dark and sulle… Whose modest form, so delicately f… Was nursed in whirling storms And cradled in the winds; Thee, when young Spring first que…
Saw’st thou that light? exclaim’d… Through yon dark firs it glanced,… That skirts the woods it for a mom… Again, more light it gleam’d,-or d… Delude mine eyes with shapes of wo…
I. 1. Retired, remote from human noise, An humble Poet dwelt serene; His lot was lowly, yet his joys Were manifold, I ween.
Give me a cottage on some Cambria… Where, far from cities, I may spe… And, by the beauties of the scene… May pity man’s pursuits, and shun… While on the rock I mark the brow…
When pride and envy, and the scorn Of wealth my heart with gall imbue… I thought how pleasant were the mo… Of silence, in the solitude; To hear the forest bee on wing;
Be hush’d, be hush’d, ye bitter wi… Ye pelting rains, a little rest; Lie still, lie still, ye busy thou… That wring with grief my aching br… Oh! cruel was my faithless love,