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Oh for a view, as from that cloudless heightWhere the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,His offspring's future seat, back on the valeOf years..

INSCRIBED TO THE DUKE OF LEEDS.When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye,Retires in silence to her cell to die;When o'er her child she hangs with..

The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows,Andes! thy melancholy Spirit rose,--A shadow stern and sad: he stood alone,Upon the topmost..

As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror pastWhen o'er the dark wave rode the howling blastPleas'd I look back..

'Twas morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow(Hung with the clusters of the bending vine)Shone in the early light, when on the RhineWe bounded..

Come, and where these runnels fall,Listen to my madrigal!Far from all sounds of all the strife,That murmur through the walks of life;From grief..

Oh! I should ill thy generous cares requiteThou who didst first inspire my timid Muse,Could I one tuneful tear to thee refuse,Now that thine aged..

What various objects strike with various force,Achilles, Hebe, and Sir Watkin's horse!Here summer scenes, there Pentland's stormy ridge,Lords..

And art thou he, now "fallen on evil days,"And changed indeed! Yet what do this sunk cheek,These thinner locks, and that calm forehead speak!A spirit..

O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to laySoftest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)The faint pang stealest..

Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;When every friend, ev'n like thy bloom, was fled,And Want bowed..

How cheering are thy prospects, airy hill,To him who, pale and languid, on thy browPauses, respiring, and bids hail againThe upland breeze, the..

When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,Remembering youth and love for ever fled,And many friends now resting with the dead,While the still summer's..

HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breezeBreathes on the trembling sense of wan disease,So piercing..

So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade,Brief Time; and hour by hour, and day by day,The pleasing pictures of the present fade,And like a summer..

Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peaceVisit my humble dwelling; welcomed in,Not with loud shouts, and the thronged city's din,But with such..

I trust the happy hour will come,That shall to peace thy breast restore;And that we two, beloved friend,Shall one day meet to part no more.It grieves..

O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure(Tho' agony in every vein should start,And slowly drain the blood-drops from the heart)Have bade the..

YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep,Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail you, and..

INSCRIBED TO THE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE.The moonlight is without; and I could loseAn hour to gaze, though Taste and Splendour here,As in a lustrous..

While slowly wanders thy sequestered stream,WAINSBECK, the mossy-scattered rocks among,In fancy's ear making a plaintive songTo the dark woods above..

IN YOUTH.Milton, our noblest poet, in the graceOf youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair,That brow untouched by one faint line of care,To mar..

Beneath aerial cliffs, and glittering snows,The rush-roof of an aged warrior rose,Chief of the mountain tribes: high overhead,The Andes, wild and..

Cherwell! how pleased along thy willowed edgeErewhile I strayed, or when the morn beganTo tinge the distant turret's golden fan,Or evening glimmered..

Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend,Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,The lonely battlement, and farthest hillAnd wood; I think..