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…

Oh! thou who, in my early youth, When fancy wore the garb of truth, Wert wont to win my infant feet To some retired, deep fabled seat, Where, by the brooklet’s secret ti…

PART I. Pictured in memory’s mellowing gla… Our infant days, our infant joys,… To roam in fancy in each cherish’d… The village churchyard, and the vi…

Come, Anna! come, the morning daw… Faint streaks of radiance tinge th… Come, let us seek the dewy lawns, And watch the early lark arise; While nature, clad in vesture gay,

Dear Fanny, I mean, now I’m laid… To give you a sketch-ay, a sketch… ’Tis a pitiful subject, I frankly… And one it would puzzle a painter… But, however, here goes, and as su…

Mighty magician! who on Torneo’s… When sullen tempests wrap the thro… Art wont to sit and catch the glea… That shoots athwart the gloom opaq… And listen to the distant death-sh…

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…

Once more, O Trent! along thy peb… A pensive invalid, reduced and pal… From the close sick-room newly let… Wooes to his wan-worn cheek the pl… O! to his ear how musical the tale

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…

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,

Sublime, emerging from the misty v… Of the horizon dim, thee, Moon, I… As, sweeping o’er the leafless gro… Seems to repeat the year’s funerea… Now Autumn sickens on the languid…

Ye many twinkling stars, who yet d… Your brilliant places in the sable… Of night’s dominions!-Planets, an… Of other systems!-big as the burni… Which lights this nether globe,-ye…

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…

Thee do I own, the prompter of my… The soother of my cares, inspiring… And I will ne’er forsake thee. Me… And blame and censure me, that I… My every thought down to the desk,…