Moonlights infant hour


O how sweet I cannot tell
With thee at that hour to dwell
Peace & silence sits wi thee
& peace alone is heaven to me
While the moonlights infant hour
Faint gins creep to gild the bower
& the wattld hedge gleams round
Its diamond shadows oer the ground
O thou soothing solitude 

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Life’s mortal things


I never pass a venerable tree
Pining away to nothingness & dust
Ruins vain shades of power I never see
Once dedicated to times cheating trust
But warm reflection wakes her saddest thought
& views lifes vanity in cheerless light
& sees earths bubbles youth so eager sought
Burst into emptiness of lost delight
& all the pictures of lifes early day
Like evenings striding shadows haste away
Yet theres a glimmering of pleasure springs
From such reflections of earths vanity
That pines & sickens oer lifes mortal things
& leaves a relish for eternity

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Beautiful mortals


Beautiful mortals of the glowing earth

And children of the season crowd together
In showers and sunny weather
Ye beautiful spring hours
Sunshine and all together
I love wild flowers

The rain drops lodge on the swallows wing
Then fall on the meadow flowers
Cowslips and enemonies all come with spring
Beaded with first showers
The skylarks in the cowslips sing
I love wild flowers

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Gold tinted west


Come beautiful maiden while autumn delays
And the sunsets so sweet in the gold tinted west
While the fading beach tree sets the woods in a blaze
And the lark sings his song e're he sinks into rest
In Autumns gone by how fondly I press't thee
And loved thee sincerely, and so I do now
As I wandered along with thee ever near me
While the leaves they were fading on every bough

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A Bubble on the stream


What is Life?—an hour glass on the run
A mist retreating from the morning sun
A busy bustling still repeated dream
Its Length?—A minutes pause—a moments thought
& happines?—A Bubble on the stream
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought—

Vain hopes what are they?—Puffing gales of morn
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn
& robs each flowret of its gem—& dies
A Cobweb hiding dissapointments thorn
Which stings more keener thro the thin disguise

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Neath the wind shaking tree


Emma my darling the summer is bye

The autumn is faded and cloudy the sky
The willows are changing—the hips and the hawe's
Now glow on the hedges—as red as birds claws

'Till fieldfairs come from far far away
And carry off berries and hips all the day
Winds sing in the hedges like notes of a bird
And the sedges they cut like the edge of a sword

The hedges will shelter my Emma and me
As we walk down the wood neath the wind shaking tree
The seugh through the hedges, the swop of black crows
How the bushy tops dance, and how swift the mill goes

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As desolate as hell


Fierce raged destruction sweeping oer the land

& the last counted moment seemed at hand
As scales near equal hang the earnest eyes
In doubtful balance which shall fall or rise
So in the moment of that crashing blast
Eyes hearts & hopes paused trembling for the last
Loud burst the thunders clap & yawning rents
Gashed the frail garments of the elements
Then sudden whirlwinds winged with purple flame
& lightnings flash in stronger terrors came
Burning all life & nature where they fell
& leaving earth as desolate as hell

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