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In the dark forest’s silent gloom;Who smiles within the Hermit’s cell,And sighs upon the rustic’s tomb;Who, pitying, sees the busy throng,The slaves of fashion’s giddy sway;Who in a wild and artless song,Warbles the feath’ry hours away.Oft have I flown thy steps to trace,In the low valley’s still retreat,Oft have I view’d thy blooming face,In the…

With thee the purest raptures cloy,The fairest prospects fade away;Nor worth, nor pow’r thy wings can bind,All earthly pleasures fly with THEE;Inconstant as the wav’ring windThat plays upon the summer sea.I court thee not, ungentle guest,For I have e’er been doom’d to findLife’s gayest hours but idly drest,With sweets that pall the sick’ning mind:When smiling…

Lulls to soft harmony the wand’ring heartWith fascinating song;O, let me hear thy heav’n-taught strain,As thro’ my quiv’ring pulses stealThe mingling throbs of joy and pain,Which only sensate minds can feel;Ah ! let me taste the bliss supreme,Which thy warm touch unerring flingsO’er the rapt sense’s finest strings,When GENIUS, darting frown the sky,Glances across my…

Oft in my solitary bow’r,I mark thy lucid beamFrom thy crystal car descend,Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream.And oft, amidst the shades of nightI court thy undulating light;When Fairies dance around the verdant ring,Or frisk beside the bubbling spring,When the thoughtless SHEPHERD’S songEchoes thro’ the silent air,As he pens his fleecy care,Or plods…

Haste, my fev’rish temples bindWith olive wreaths of em’rald hueSteep’d in morn’s ethereal dew,Where in mild HELVETIA’s shade,Blushing summer round her flingsWarm gales and sunny show’rs that hang upon her wings.I’ll seek thee in ITALIA’s bow’rs,Where supine on beds of flow’rsMelody’s soul-touching throngStrike the soft lute or trill the melting song:Where blithe FANCY, queen of…

Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?Thy wavy locks but thinly hideThe tears that dim thy blue-eye’s ray;And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan,And weep, that thou art left alone?II.Thou art not left alone, poor boy,The Trav’ller stops to hear thy tale;No heart, so hard, would thee annoy!For tho’ thy mother’s cheek is paleAnd withers…