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Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail you, and the..

Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,And slender woods that the still scene inclose,For yon..

When last we parted, thou wert young and fair--How beautiful let fond remembrance say!Alas! since then old Time has stol'n awayNigh forty years..

OF 'THE BELLEROPHON,' KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE.When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,From cliff to cliff returned the sea-fight's roar;When..

Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day,When our victorious fleet o'er the red surgeRolled in terrific glory, thou hadst fall'nMost..

Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,Most like soft..

Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,Which won my heart, or when the gay careerOf life begun, or when at times a tearSat sad on memory's..

INSCRIBED TO THE REV. W. HOWLEY.The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray,The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold,Prone from the cliff the..

If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,Beneath the hum of the great surge, has lovedTo pass delighted from her green abode,And, seated on a summer..

I shall behold far off thy towering crest,Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I strayDown through the distant vale my homeward way,I shall..

On these white cliffs, that calm above the floodUprear their shadowing heads, and at their feetHear not the surge that has for ages beat,How many a..

Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,Where labour sleeps. The linnet, chattering..

AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE.As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror past,When o'er the dark wave rode the..

How soothing sound the gentle airs that moveThe innumerable leaves, high overhead,When autumn first, from the long avenue,That lifts its arching..

I climb the highest cliff; I hear the soundOf dashing waves; I gaze intent around;I mark the gray cope, and the hollownessOf heaven, and the great..

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to dayI journey on, yet pensive turn to view(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)The streams and..

Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,And bid farewell to each retiring hill,Where musing memory seems to linger still,Tracing the broad bright..

Beautiful landscape! I could look on theeFor hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife,And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life.Here, all is still as..

O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye,Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft,Thy brow, that hope's last traces long have left,Vain Fortune's..

Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more braveNe'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,Toll Nelson's knell!The ball of Death..

To him, who, many a night upon the main,At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,Shivering, has listened to the rocking tide,Oh, how delightful..

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..

WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS AT BATH.When I lie musing on my bed alone,And listen to the wintry waterfall;And many moments that are past and gone,Moments..

As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,On images I loved, alas, too well!Now past, and but..

Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to dayI journey on, yet pensive turn to view(Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue)The streams and..