The greater part of the Poems which compose this little volume, were written in the year 1821-2, when the author had not completed his fourteenth year. They were of course not intended ...
I have sent for thee, holy friar;… But ’twas not with the drunken hop… Which is but agony of desire To shun the fate, with which to co… Is more than crime may dare to dre…
I saw thee on the bridal day; When a burning blush came o’er the… Tho’ Happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee. And, in thine eye, the kindling li…
Oh! that my young life were a last… My spirit not awak’ning, till the… Of an Eternity should bring the m… Yes! tho’ that long dream were of… ’Twere better than the dull realit…
Thy soul shall find itself alone— Alone of all on earth—unknown The cause—but none are near to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude,
’TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.
A dark unfathom’d tide Of interminable pride— A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught
In youth I have known one with wh… In secret communing held—as he wit… In daylight, and in beauty, from h… Whose fervid, flickering torch of… From the sun and stars, whence he…
A wilder’d being from my birth My spirit spurn’d control, But now, abroad on the wide earth, Where wand’rest thou my soul? In visions of the dark night
The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath… The highest hope of pride and powe… I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I we…
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the le… So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bo…
Of the history of Tamerlane little is known; and with that little, I have taken the full liberty of a poet.—That he was descended from the family of Zinghis Khan is more than probable—b...
