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…

AND there the island lay, the wav… Had never known a storm; for the n… Was charm’d from coming, and the o… That blew brought sunshine on thei… Or tones of music from the sparry…

MARK you not yon sad procession; ‘Mid the ruin’d abbey’s gloom, Hastening to the worm’s possession… To the dark and silent tomb! See the velvet pall hangs over

DIM thro’ the sculptured aisles t… More like a dream Of some imagined beam, Than actual daylight over mortal w… A strain of music like the rushing…

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…

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…

SHE left the festival, for it see… Now that her eye no longer dwelt o… And sought her chamber,—gazed, (th… Upon a mirror that before her lay, Half fearing, half believing her s…

SHE was just risen from her bende… But yet peace seem’d not with her… For there was paleness upon her yo… And thoughts upon the lips which n… But wring the heart that at the la…

Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed ha… And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while: And wake for her the gifted line,

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…

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 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…

DIVINEST art, the stars above Were fated on thy birth to shine; Oh, born of beauty and of love, What early poetry was thine! The softness of Ionian night

YOUTH! thou art a lovely time, With thy wild and dreaming eyes; Looking onwards to their prime, Coloured by their April skies, Yet I do not wish for thee,

FIRST FAIRY. MY home and haunt are in every le… Whose life is a summer day, bright… I live in the depths of the tulip’… I wear a wreath of the cistus flow…