THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England’s noblest memories… Of old historic hours. Vast, shadowy, dark, and indistinc…

NEVER more, when the day is o’er… Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing—no monks are… When the moonlight falls around. A few pale flowers, which in other…

LAND of the olive and the vine, The saint and soldier, sword and s… How glorious to young RAYMOND’… Swell’d thy bold heights, spread t… When first he paused upon the heig…

IT was a wild and untrain’d bower… Enough to screen from April showe… Or shelter from June’s hotter hou… Tapestried with starry jessamines, The summer’s gold and silver mines…

’Tis a strange mystery, the power… Life is in them, and death. A wor… The crimson colour hurrying to the… Hurrying with many meanings; or ca… The current cold and deadly to the…

Few, save the poor, feel for the p… The rich know not how hard It is to be of needful food And needful rest debarred. Their paths are paths of plenteous…

None will dwell in that cottage; f… Oppression reft it from an honest… And that a curse clings to it. He… Trails its green weight of leaves… Hence weeds are in the garden; hen…

THEY fled,—for there was for the… Left only a dishonour’d grave. The day was lost; and his red hand Was now upon a broken brand, The foes were in his native town,

LITTLE the present careth for t… Too little’€”'tis not well! For careless ones we dwell Beneath the mighty shadow it has c… Its blessings are around our daily…

IS there a spot where Pity’s foot… Although unsandalled, fears to tre… A silence where her voice is mute, Where tears, and only tears, are s… It is the desolated home

IT suits thee well to weep, As thou lookest on the fair land, Whose sceptre thou hast held With less than woman’s hand. On yon bright city gaze,

GATHER her raven hair in one ri… Let the white champac light it, as… Gives to the dusky night a sudden… Shining afar. Shed fragrant oils upon her fragra…

HOW deep within each human heart, A thousand treasured feelings lie; Things precious, delicate, apart, Too sensitive for human eye. Our purest feelings, and our best,

LIFE in its many shapes was ther… The busy and the gay; Faces that seemed too young and fa… To ever know decay. Wealth, with its waste, its pomp,…

He is come from the land of the sw… From the sainted battles of Pales… The snow plumes wave o’er his vict… Like a glory, the red cross hangs… His courser is black, as black can…