Hours of childhood, and other poems

Upon the rude rock’s barren height Shoots the pale ray of lunar light; And, streaming round its gloomy base, Bright beams the murky darkness chase.-- There, the intentive eye ma...

For me the day Hath duties which require the vigorous hand Of stedfast application, but which leave No deep improving trace upon the mind. But be the day another’s;--let it pass...

It is with much regret, that the publisher (notwithstanding his endeavours to prevent it) has discovered a few instances of erroneous typography--those which would impair the se...