Poems

[The following verses were suggested by the striking reply of a Protestant minister, who was about to proceed to Ireland, to labour among the deluded and ignorant Popish peasant...

LIKE monumental Patience, see Decay Watching the sand-glass slowly wear away, While Death at hand, amid her waning powers, Counts, as a monk his beads, her numbered hours. Upon...

Meanwhile, each swain, in hope to gain the prize, Shouldering his gun, to kill the monster tries; But home returning oft without his prey, All left the task to Giulio to essay,-...

COME! we will wander to the lone hill-side, And, awe-struck, view the winter in its pride;-- Crispy the grass and scant; The little flowers have vanished, not a trace Is left of...

HOW fair is childhood; like the ray Of summer morn, the blush of day. Bright scions of a noble race, Blooming in love and youthful grace, In innocence and beauty's pride! As ros...

I lay and listened to a wild bird's song, A little shining, singing, flutt'ring thing: Its song was full of sweetness and of love: When, lo! it fell before me on the ground, And...

Fair is the sky, and fair The earth; and yet 'tis but the moon, this night, That lights them both, and makes them look so bright,-- Clothes them in beauty rare!

THE poems contained in the following pages must be taken as parts of a whole, being intended to be distinct only in their subjects. This will account for the same measure being...