It is the first mild day of March… Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall… That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air,

IN this still place, remote from… Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW… In this still place, where murmurs… But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath

The world is too much with us; lat… Getting and spending, we lay waste… Little we see in Nature that is o… We have given our hearts away, a s… This Sea that bares her bosom to…

Lulled by the sound of pastoral be… Rude Nature’s Pilgrims did we go, From the dread summit of the Quee… Of mountains, through a deep ravin… Where, in her holy chapel, dwells

“Why, William, on that old grey s… Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? ”Where are your books?—that light…

The sun is couched, the sea—fowl g… And the wild storm hath somewhere… Air slumbers—wave with wave no lon… Only a heaving of the deep survive… A tell—tale motion! soon will it b…

In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor—hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,— 'Tis said he once was tall. For five—and—thirty years he lived

IMAGINATION—ne’er before cont… But aye ascending, restless in her… From all that martial feats could… To her desires, or to her hopes pr… Stooped to the Victory, on that B…

AVAUNT all specious pliancy of… In men of low degree, all smooth p… I better like a blunt indifference… And self—respecting slowness, disi… To win me at first sight: and be t…

WHEN, far and wide, swift as the… The tidings past of servitude repe… And of that joy which shook the I… The rough Aetolians smiled with b… ‘Tis known,’ cried they, 'that he,…