3 If any star shed peace, ’tis thou,4 That send’st it from above,5 Appearing when Heaven’s breath and brow6 Are sweet as hers we love.7 Come to the luxuriant skies8 Whilst the landscape’s odours rise,9 Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,10 And songs, when toil is done,11 From cottages whose smoke unstirred12 Curls yellow in…
When to battle fierce came forthAll the might of Denmark’s crown,And her arms along the deep proudly shone;By each gun the lighted brandIn a bold determined hand,And the Prince of all the landLed them on.Like leviathans afloatLay their bulwarks on the brine,While the sign of battle flewOn the lofty British line:It was ten of April…
A day to childhood seems a year,And years like passing ages.The gladsome current of our youth,Ere passion yet disorders,Steals lingering like a river smoothAlong its grassy borders.But as the careworn cheek grows wan,And sorrow’s shafts fly thicker,Ye stars, that measure life to man,Why seem your courses quicker?When joys have lost their bloom and breath,And life…
Her wings of immortality ;Suspend thy harp in happier sphere,And with thine influence illumeThe gladness of our jubilee.And fly like fiends from secret spell,Discord and Strife, at Burn’s name,Exorcised by his memory ;For he was chief of bards that swellThe heart with songs of social flame,And high delicious revelry.And Love’s own strain to him was…
When forth a valiant champion bounded,And slew the slanderer of her fame.She wept, delivered from her danger;But when he knelt to claim her glove-‘Seek not!’ she cried, ‘oh, gallant stranger,For hapless Adelgitha’s love.For he is dead and in a foreign landWhose arm should now have set me free;And I must wear the willow garlandFor him…
Though bush or floweret never growMy dark unwarming shade below;Nor summer bud perfume the dewOf rosy blush, or yellow hue;Nor fruits of autumn, blossom-born,My green and glossy leaves adorn;Nor murmuring tribes from me deriveTh’ ambrosial amber of the hive;Yet leave this barren spot to me:Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!Thrice twenty summers I have seenThe…
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appearMore sweet than all the landscape smiling near? –‘Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
If any star shed peace, ‘tis thou,That send ‘st it from above,Appearing when Heaven’s breath and browAre sweet as hers we love.Come to the luxuriant skies,Whilst the landscape’s odours rise,Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,And songs when toil is done,From cottages whose smoke unstirr’dCurls yellow in the sun.Star of love’s soft interviews.Parted lovers on thee…
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,Poor Broderick wakes—in solitude to weep !‘Cease, Memory; cease (the friendless mourner cried)To probe the bosom too severely tried !Oh ! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to strayThrough tie bright fields of Fortune’s better day,When youthful Hope, the music of the mind,Tuned all its charms, and Errington was kind…
Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour!Oh! then thy kingdom comes, Immortal Power!What though each spark of earth-born rapture flyThe quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye!Bright to the soul thy seraph hands conveyThe morning dream of life’s eternal day –Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin,And all the phoenix-spirit burns within!Oh, deep…
