Genius of musings, who, the midnig… Wasting in woods or haunted forest… Dost watch Orion in his arctic to… Thy dark eye fix’d as in some holy… Or when the vollied lightnings cle…

Oh! who would cherish life, And cling unto this heavy clog of… Love this rude world of strife, Where glooms and tempests cloud th… And where, 'neath outward smiles,

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…

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…

You bid me, Ned, describe the pla… Where I, one of the rhyming race, Pursue my studies con amore, And wanton with the muse in glory. Well, figure to your senses straig…

Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee… Cold the rain beats on thy breast: Why should Horror’s voice astound… Death can bid the wretched rest! All under the tree

When marshal’d on the nightly plai… The glittering host bestud the sky… One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye… Hark! hark! to God the chorus bre…

Yes, my stray steps have wander’d,… From thee, and long, heart-soothin… And many a flower, which in the pa… My heart hath register’d, nipp’d b… Of undeserved neglect, hath shrunk…

And canst thou, Mother, for a mom… That we, thy children, when old ag… Its blanching honours on thy weary… Could from our best of duties ever… Sooner the sun from his high spher…

Mild orb, who floatest through the… A pathless wanderer o’er a lonely… Welcome to me thy soft and pensive… Which oft in childhood my lone tho… Now doubly dear as o’er my silent…

Child of Misfortune! Offspring of… Mark like the meteor’s gleam his m… With hollow cheeks and haggard eye… Behold he shrieking passes by: I see, I see him near:

Here would I wish to sleep. This… Which I have long mark’d out to l… Tired out and wearied with the rio… Beneath this yew I would be sepul… It is a lovely spot! The sultry s…

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…

Thy judgments, Lord, are just; th… The face of pity and of love divin… But mine is guilt-thou must not, c… While heaven is true, and equity i… Yes, oh my God!-such crimes as mi…

Mary, the moon is sleeping on thy… And on the turf thy lover sad is k… The big tear in his eye.-Mary, aw… From thy dark house arise, and ble… On the pale moonbeam gliding. Sof…