Occupation: Poet Birth: September 25, 1793 Death: May 16, 1835
Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds whi….
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day..
Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?.
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things..
life's best balm - Forgetfulness!.
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!.
Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains..
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine..
There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise..
Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget..
Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?.
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own..
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God..
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?.
Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attest- Witness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Spru….
Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth..
I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-Part of the brim was gone:Yet still I wore it on..
There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth ….
The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land..
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence..