HONOUR'S MARTYR. The moon is full this winter night； The stars are clear, though few； And every window glistens bright With leaves of frozen dew. ...
MY COMFORTER. Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught A feeling strange or new； Thou hast but roused a latent thought, A cloud-closed beam of sunshi...
A REMINISCENCE. Yes, thou art gone！ and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me； But I may pass the old church door, And pace the floor that cover...
THE ARBOUR. I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the trees, Which stand so thick clu...
VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS. In all we do, and hear, and see, Is restless Toil and Vanity. While yet the rolling earth abides, Men come and go li...
THE PENITENT. I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so； With angel choirs I join my voice To bless the sinner's woe. Though...
MUSIC ON CHRISTMAS MORNING. Music I love——but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse t...
STANZASER. Oh, weep not, love！ each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings Than if they flowed from mine. And ...
IF THIS BE ALL. O God！ if this indeed be all That Life can show to me； If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee； If with no brighter ...
TO COWPER. Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard； And oft, in childhood's years, I've read them o'er and o'er again, With floods of si...