National Airs continued.] Of youth, and home, and that sweet time Oft, in the stilly night Those Evening Bells. Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! I feel like one Who treads alone Oft in the stilly night. Some banquet-hall deserted, And all but he departed! As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Ibid. Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances! Peace be around thee. If I speak to thee in Friendship's name, How shall I woo? National Airs continued.] To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Sacred Songs. The world is all a fleeting show. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd― his people are free. Ibid. Sound the loud timbrel. Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Ibid. Come, ye Disconsolate. I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here." Poems relating to America. Ballad Stanzas. To Greece we give our shining blades. Evenings in Greece. Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, Moore continued.] That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Intercepted Letters. Letter vi. Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master On the Death of Sheridan. of all. Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, Ibid. Anacreontic. The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them. Preface to Corruption and Intolerance. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 1785-1842. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sen. While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. Ibid. REGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826. Failed the bright promise of your early day! Palestine. No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;1 Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence! Ibid. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows. Epiphany. First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii. When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. Seventh Sunday after Trinity. Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. At a Funeral. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not de plore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. 1 Altered in later editions to Ibid. No. ii. No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung, Silently as a dream the fabric rose, No sound of hammer or of saw was there. Cowper, The Task, Book v. Walk. The Winter Morning Heber continued.] Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope. From Greenland's icy mountains, Roll down their golden sand. Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, Unawed by influence and unbribed by gain; Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw, Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law. Motto of the Salem Register. Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127. STEPHEN DECATUR. 1779-1820. Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong. Toast given at Norfolk. April, 1816. |