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O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feetO'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile,(If so his weary thoughts he might beguile)Delighted turns..

No, I never, till life and its shadows shall end,Can forget the sweet sound of the bells of Ostend!The day set in darkness, the wind it blew loud,And..

Stranger, stay, nor wish to climbThe heights of yonder hills sublime;For there strange shapes and spirits dwell,That oft the murmuring thunders..

If rich designs of sumptuous art may please,Or Nature's loftier views, august and old,Stranger! behold this spreading scene;--beholdThis amphitheatre..

As one who, long by wasting sickness worn,Weary has watched the lingering night, and heardUnmoved the carol of the matin birdSalute his lonely porch;..

Come to these peaceful seats, and think no moreOf cold, of midnight watchings, or the roarOf Ocean, tossing on his restless bed!Come to these..

I never hear the sound of thy glad bells,Oxford, and chime harmonious, but I say,Sighing to think how time has worn away,Some spirit speaks in the..

The castle clock had tolled midnight:With mattock and with spade,And silent, by the torches' light,His corse in earth we laid.The coffin bore his..

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

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

I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say,Alas! how many friends of youth are dead;How many visions of fair hope have fled,Since first, my..

ON these white cliffs, that calm above the floodRear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feetScarce hear the surge that has for ages beat,Sure..

AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start,Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appearFar o'er the wave, and their proud summits rearTo meet 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 RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,Oft pausing, up the mountain's craggy sideWe climb, how..

ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again,Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast,On which the self-same tints still seem to rest,Why feels my heart..

If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewellWithout a sigh, amidst whose circling bowersMy stripling prime was passed, and happiest hours,Dead were..

O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave,And bid farewell to each retiring hill,Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still,Tracing the broad bright..

The morn returns, and, reddening, seems to shedOne ray of glory on the patriot-dead.Round the dark stone, the victor-chiefs behold!Still on their..

When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs,O aged man! Thy sand is almost run,And many a year, in vain, to meet the sun,Thine eyes have rolled in..

The second moon had now begun to wane,Since bold Valdivia left the southern plain;Goal of his labours, Penco's port and bay,Far gleaming to the..

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

Fallen pile! I ask not what has been thy fate;But when the winds, slow wafted from the main,Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain,Come..

If chance some pensive stranger, hither led,His bosom glowing from majestic views,Temple and tower 'mid the bright landscape's hues,Should ask who..

'Tis dawn:--the distant Andes' rocky spires,One after one, have caught the orient fires.Where the dun condor shoots his upward flight,His wings are..