Lachin Y Gair
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
Euthanasia
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing Wave gently o’er my dying bed! No band of friends or heirs be there,
Damжtas
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue wean’d; In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Versed
Stanzas For Music
There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing,
Thy Days Are Done
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country’s strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of his sword! The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored!
Bride of Abydos, The
“Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne’er been broken-hearted.” – Burns TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD HOLLAND, THIS TALE IS INSCRIBED,
Stanzas To The Po
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me; What if thy
I Speak Not
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame; But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
Maid of Athens, ere we part
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Zoл mou
'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart in beauty’ eyes, And felt my
To A Beautiful Quaker
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne’er forget; And though we ne’er may meet again, Remembrance will thy form retain. I would not say, “I love,” but still My
I Saw Thee Weep
I saw thee weep – the big bright tear Came o’er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I saw thee smile – the sapphire’s blaze Beside
And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?
And wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady! speak those words again: Yet if they grieve thee, say not so – I would not give that bosom pain. My heart is sad,
On A Distant View Of Harrow
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov’d recollection Embitters the present, compar’d with the past; Where science first dawn’d on the powers of reflection, And friendships were form’d, too romantic to last; Where fancy,
Darkness
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind