O! it is pleasant with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies… To make the shifting clouds be what you… Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from th…

A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell! O’er stiller p… No singing sky-lark ever poised himself. The hills are heathy, save that swelling… Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering o…

Tho’ veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro’ the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of the Blade! But thro’ the clefts, itself has made,

Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet Quae tam dulcem somnum videt, Dormi, Jesu! blandule! Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat,

Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward… Mark the faint lamp-beam on the kennell’… And listen to the drowsy cry of Watchme…

Well, they are gone, and here must I re… This lime—tree bower my prison! I have… Beauties and feelings, such as would hav… Most sweet to my remembrance even when a… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness! They…

Cupid, if storying legends tell aright, Once framed a rich elixer of delight. A chalice o’er love-kindled flames he fi… And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed: With these the magic dews which evening…

To meet, to know, to love—and then to pa… Is the sad tale of many a human heart.

This is now—this was erst, Proposition the first—and Problem the f… On a given finite Line Which must no way incline; To describe an equi—

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished i… No question was asked me—it could not be… If the life was the question, a thing se… And to live on be YES; what can NO be… NATURE’S ANSWER

Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of th… How many various-fated years have past, What happy and what mournful hours, sinc… I skimm’d the smooth thin stone along th… Numbering its light leaps! yet so deep i…

THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mi… Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with the whic… Who feeds and saturates his constant sou… He from his small particular orbit flies

When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt… A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing… And wheeling round and round in sportive… Fann’d the calm air upon the brow of To…

Much on my early youth I love to dwell, Ere yet I bade that friendly dome farew… Where first, beneath the echoing cloiste… I heard of guilt and wondered at the tal… Yet tho’ the hours flew by on careless w…

Ye Clouds! that far above me float and… Whose pathless march no mortal may contr… Ye Ocean—Waves! that, wheresoe’er ye ro… Yield homage only to eternal laws! Ye Woods! that listen to the night—bird…