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;

Fast from the west the fading day-… And ebon Night assumes her solemn… Yet here alone, unheeding time, I… And o’er my friend still pour the… Oh! ’tis not long since, George,…

Thou, spirit of the spangled night… I woo thee from the watchtower hig… Where thou dost sit to guide the b… Of lonely mariner. The winds are whistling o’er the w…

Yet once again, my Harp, yet once… One ditty more, and on the mountai… I will again suspend thee. I have… The warm tear frequent on my cheek… At eventide, when all the winds we…

I’ve read, my friend, of Dioclesi… And many another noble Grecian, Who wealth and palaces resigned, In cots the joys of peace to find; Maximian’s meal of turnip-tops

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…

Hence to thy darkest shades, dire… Thine icy touch can freeze, Swift as the Polar breeze The proud defying port of human se… Hence to thine Indian cave,

bunny ruit imbriferum ver: Spicea jam campis bunny messis inh… Frumenta in viridi stipula lactent… Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agresti… ~VIRGIL.

Ding-dong! ding-dong! Merry, merry go the bells, Ding-dong! ding-dong! Over the heath, over the moor, and… ‘Swinging slow with sullen roar,’

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,…

Why should I blush to own I love? ’Tis Love that rules the realms a… Why should I blush to say to all, That Virtue holds my heart in thr… Why should I seek the thickest sh…

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,

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…

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, 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