Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,

And some few souls of the high bliss debarredWhich else obey her powerful command;…mountain pilesThat load in grandeur Cambria’s emerald vales.

Hated to hear, under the stars or moon,One nightingale in an interfluous woodSatiate the hungry dark with melody;–And as a vale is watered by a flood,Or as the moonlight fills the open skyStruggling with darkness—as a tuberosePeoples some Indian dell with scents which lieLike clouds above the flower from which they rose,The singing of that…

To triumph whilst thine ebon wingEnfolds my shuddering soul?O Death! where is thy sting?Not when the tides of murder roll,When nations groan, that kings may bask in bliss,Death! canst thou boast a victory such as this–When in his hour of pomp and powerHis blow the mightiest murderer gave,Mid Nature’s cries the sacrificeOf millions to glut…

The anemone’s night-boding flower,Has sunk its pale head on the ground.‘Tis thus the world’s keenness hath torn,Some mild heart that expands to its blast,‘Tis thus that the wretched forlorn,Sinks poor and neglected at last.–The world with its keenness and woe,Has no charms or attraction for me,Its unkindness with grief has laid low,The heart which is…

His looks were wild, and Devils’ bloodStained his dainty hands and feet.The Father and the SonKnew that strife was now begun.They knew that Satan had broken his chain,And with millions of daemons in his train,Was ranging over the world again.Before the Angel had told his tale,A sweet and a creeping soundLike the rushing of wings…

Thy gentle words are drops of balmIn life’s too bitter bowl;No grief is mine, but that aloneThese choicest blessings I have known.Harriet! if all who long to liveIn the warm sunshine of thine eye,That price beyond all pain must give,-Beneath thy scorn to die;Then hear thy chosen own too lateHis heart most worthy of thy…