"Absence! is not the soul torn by it From more than light, or life, or breath? 'Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet,— The pain without the peace of death!"

"Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free!"

"Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free."

"Drink ye to her that each loves best! And if you nurse a flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name."

"Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!"

"To-morrow let us do or die."

"The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!"

"O Love! in such a wilderness as this."

"A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear."

"Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame."

"Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal: 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before."

"To is to conquer our fate."

"On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray."

"Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!"

"Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!"

"Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness."

"The hunter and the deer a shade."

"Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's; And every hand that dealt the blow— Ah me! it was a brother's!"

"Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die."

"In life's morning march, when my bosom was young."

"But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away."

"To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die."

"The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!"

"Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre."

"There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time."

"Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save."

"A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky: There eke the soft delights that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh; But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest."

"For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn."

"He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd."

"For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most."

"Poor is the triumph o’er the timid hare! Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat Retired—"

"Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on."

"An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!"

"Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot."

"Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest."

"But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?"

"Base Envy withers at another’s joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach."

"The negligence of Nature wide and wild, Where, undisguised by mimic art, she spreads Unbounded beauty to the roving eye."

"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come."

"Tutor'd by thee, hence Poetry exalts Her voice to ages; and informs the page With music, image, sentiment, and thought, Never to die! the treasure of mankind! Their highest honour, and their truest joy!"

"Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age."

"So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece."

"A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs."

"Sighed and looked unutterable things."

"For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape."

"And Mecca saddens at the long delay."

"Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds."

"But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east."

"Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?"