AY, screen thy favourite dove, fa… Ay, screen it if you may,— Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand Will scare the hawk away. That dove will die, that child wil…

I WISH for the days of the olden… When the hours were told by the ab… When the glorious stars looked dow… Like approving saints on the choir… I think of the days we are living…

OH lone and lovely solitude, Washed by the sounding sea; Nature was in a poet’s mood, When she created thee. How pleasant in the hour of noon

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…

ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancel… O’er the neck of his courser the r… And beside hung his helmet, for ba… To meet the soft breeze that was f… And 'the flowers of the forest’ we…

HE sleeps, his head upon his swor… His soldier’s cloak a shroud; His church-yard is the open field,… Three times it has been plough’d: The first time that the wheat spru…

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…

LIFE has dark secrets; and the h… That treasure not some sorrow from… A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unkno… Yet colouring the future from the… We see the eye subdued, the practi…

Alone, alone! - no other face Wears kindred smile, kindred line; And yet they say my mother’s eyes. They say my father’s brow, is mine… And either had rejected to see

Vain folly of another age, This wandering over earth, To find the peace by some dark sin Banish’d our household hearth. On Lebanon the dark green pines

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…

She lay upon a bank, the favourite… Of the spring wind in its first su… For the luxuriant strawberry bloss… Like a snow-shower there, and viol… Bow’d down their purple vases of p…

THROUGH the light curtains came… And flung them back and show’d a g… The eye could just catch glimpses… Which send sweet messages upon the… To lull a maiden’s sleep, and fan…

LONG years have past since last… Alone amid this mountain scene, Unlike the future which I dreamed… How like my future it has been! A cold grey sky o’erhung with clou…