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  • The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
    And sad pale Adelgitha came,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Of Nelson and the North
    Sing the glorious day's renown,
    64 lines
  • Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
    What tales, white-headed Ben,
    16 lines
  • How delicious is the winning
    Of a kiss at love's beginning,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • PART I
    On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
    840 lines
  • O, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,
    Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?
    33 lines
  • On Linden, when the sun was low,
    All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow
    Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,
    8 lines
  • Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn --
    When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
    58 lines
  • Wizard. -- Lochiel! Lochiel, beware of the day
    When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!
    87 lines
  • A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,
    Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
    56 lines
  • Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower
    The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !
    72 lines
  • Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
    Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps:
    37 lines
  • Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er,
    Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume
    105 lines
  • When first the fiery-mantled sun
    His heavenly race begun to run;
    64 lines
  • Star that bringest home the bee,
    And sett'st the weary labourer free!
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • O leave this barren spot to me!
    Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
    28 lines
  • Come, maids and matrons, to caress
    Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
    80 lines
  • When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear,
    The debt of his nature did pay,
    53 lines
  • There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
        The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill:
    44 lines
  • All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
    The Sun himself must die,
    80 lines, 1 comment
  • At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow
    Spans with bright arch the glittering bills below,
    604 lines
  • The more we live, more brief appear
    Our life's succeeding stages;
    25 lines
  • Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
    And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
    24 lines
  • Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
    When storms prepare to part,
    52 lines
  • Ye Mariners of England
    That guard our native seas,
    40 lines
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