Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!How like the hopes of childhood’s day,Thick clust’ring on the bough!How like those hopes in their decay-How faded are they now!Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!Wither’d…
A hundred human creatures savedKneel’d down upon the sand.Threescore were drown’d, threescore were thrownUpon the black rocks wild,And thus among them, left alone,They found one helpless child.A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred,Stood out from all the rest,And gently laid the lonely headUpon his honest breast.And travelling o’er the desert wideIt was a solemn joy,To see…
And listened to with solemn pleasure,E’en as a living voice, –Rung its remorseless toll for her,So young, so beautiful, so good.Decrepit age, and vigorous life,And blooming youth, and helpless infancy,Poured forth, – on crutches, in the pride of strengthAnd health, in the full blushOf promise, the mere dawn of life, –To gather round her tomb….
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around,Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!
When they spent the public money at a bountiful old rateOn ev’ry mistress, pimp, and scamp, at ev’ry noble gate,In the fine old English Tory times;Soon may they come again!The good old laws were garnished well with gibbets, whips, and chains,With fine old English penalties, and fine old English pains,With rebel heads, and seas of…
Whence water came, at Thy command,Thy people’s thirst to slake;Strike, now, upon this granite wall,Stern, obdurate, and high;And let some drops of pity fallFor us who starve and die!The God who took a little childAnd set him in the midst,And promised him His mercy mild,As, by Thy Son, Thou didst:Look down upon our children dear,So…
Of the old green boughs, that had richly grownIn the deep, thick forest glade.It was a soft and pleasant sound,That rustling of the oak;And the gentle breeze played lightly roundAs thus the fair boy spoke:-‘Dear father, what can honor be,Of which I hear men rave?Field, cell and cloister, land and sea,The tempest and the grave:-It…
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,In his cell so lone and cold.The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,To pleasure his dainty whim:And the mouldering dust that years have madeIs a merry meal for him.Creeping where no life is seen,A rare old plant is the Ivy green.Fast he stealeth on, though he…
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,Round my bed their vigil keep.My sins are heavy, but Thy mercyFar outweighs them, every one;Down before Thy cross I cast them,Trusting in Thy help alone.Keep me through this night of perilUnderneath its boundless shade;Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,When my pilgrimage is made.None shall measure out Thy…
Steal o’er the landscape, far and wide,O’er stream and meadow, mound and dale!How soft is Nature’s calm reposeWhen ev’ning skies their cool dews weep:The gentlest wind more gently blows,As if to soothe her in her sleep!The gay morn breaks,Mists roll away,All Nature awakesTo glorious day.In my breast aloneDark shadows remain;The peace it has knownIt can…
