Raving Winds Around Her Blowing
Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, Bya river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows nomorrow! "O'er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood
Go On, Sweet Bird, And Sooth My Care
For thee is laughing Nature gay, For thee she pours the vernal day; For me in vain is Nature drest, While Joy's a stranger to my breast.
Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa
Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er he be. Hope and Fear's alternate billow Yielding late to Nature's law, Whispering spirits round my pillow, Talk of him that's far awa. Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Ye who never shed a tear, Care-untroubled,
The Chevalier’s Lament
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, orwhat can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered bycare? No birds sweetly singing, nor