THE PHILOSOPHER. Enough of thought, philosopher！ Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beamin...
A DEATH-SCENE. "O day！ he cannot die When thou so fair art shining！ O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly declining；He cannot leave thee n...
ANTICIPATION. How beautiful the earth is still, To thee——how full of happiness？ How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of di...
A FRAGMENT. In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away； "Draw the ponderous bars！ open, Warder stern！"...
A DAY DREAM. On a sunny brae alone I lay One summer afternoon； It was the marriage-time of May, With her young lover, June. From her mother's hear...
TO IMAGINATION. When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost, and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me...
HOW CLEAR SHE SHINES. How clear she shines！ How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light； While heaven and earth are whispering me, "To morrow, w...
PLEAD FOR ME. Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow！ Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for ...
SELF-INTEROGATION, "The evening passes fast away. 'Tis almost time to rest； What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings in thy bre...
STANZAS TO —— Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name； But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hop...