Lo! o’er the welkin the tempestuou… Successive fly, and the loud-pipin… Rocks the poor sea-boy on the drip… While the pale pilot, o’er the hel… Lists to the changeful storm: and…

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…

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…

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:

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…

Thou base repiner at another’s joy… Whose eye turns green at merit not… Oh, far away from generous Briton… And find on meaner climes a fitter… Away, away, it shall not be,

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…

What art thou, Mighty One! and wh… Thou broodest on the calm that che… And thou dost bear within thine aw… The rolling thunders and the light… Stern on thy dark-wrought car of c…

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,’

Go to the raging sea, and say, ‘B… Bid the wild lawless winds obey th… Preach to the storm, and reason wi… But tell not Misery’s son that li… Thou, who in Plenty’s lavish lap…

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…

Come all ye true hearts, who, Old… Now shoulder the musket, or plough… I will sing you a song of a wonder… Who has ruin’d Jack Pudding, and… Derry down, down, high derry down.

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…

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…

Sad solitary Thought, who keep’st… Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man… Communing lonely with his sinking… And musing on the dubious glooms t… In dim obscurity before him,-thee,