“Throughout these infinite orbs of… Of which yon earth is one, is wide… A Spirit of activity and life, That knows no term, cessation, or… That fades not when the lamp of ea…

Oh! what is the gain of restless c… And what is ambitious treasure? And what are the joys that the mod… In their sickly haunts of pleasure… My husband’s repast with delight…

Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos at… When winds that move not its calm… The azure sea, I love the land no… The smiles of the serene and tranq… Tempt my unquiet mind.—But when t…

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair

The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world’s delight?

A woodman whose rough heart was ou… (I think such hearts yet never cam… Hated to hear, under the stars or… One nightingale in an interfluous… Satiate the hungry dark with melod…

Where man’s profane and tainting h… Nature’€™s primaeval loveliness ha… And some few souls of the high bli… Which else obey her powerful comma… ...mountain piles

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, To bathe this burning brow. Moonbeam, why art thou so pale, As thou walkest o’er the dewy dale… Where humble wild-flowers grow?

Mighty eagle! thou that soarest O’er the misty mountain forest, And amid the light of morning Like a cloud of glory hiest, And when night descends defiest

No, Music, thou art not the ‘food… Unless Love feeds upon its own sw… Till it becomes all Music murmurs…

Come, be happy!'€”sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent bride, Mourning in thy robe of pride, Desolation’€”deified!