Rest, and be thankful! On the verge    Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,    But whose granite base the breakers surge,    And shiver their frothy spray,    Outstretched, I gaze…

   Lay me low, my work is done;    I am weary. Lay me low,    Where the wild flowers woo the sun,    Where the balmy breezes blow,    Where the butterfly takes…

   Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,    And the steed stood ready harness�d in the hall,    And he left his lady�s bower,…

A Shooting-box in the West of Ireland. A Bedchamber.    LAURENCE RABY and MELCHIOR. Night.     Melchior:    Surely in the great beginning God made all things good, and still    That…

Lines written by the late A. L. Gordon    On 4th August, 1853,    Being three days before he sailed for Australia.     Across the trackless seas I go,    No matter…

    Though I have loved you well, I ween,    And you, too, fancied me,    Your heart hath too divided been    A constant heart to be.    And like the gay and…

 We severed in autumn early,    Ere the earth was torn by the plough;    The wheat and the oats and the barley    Are ripe for the harvest now.    We sunder�d…

No. I     I�ve something of the bull-dog in my breed,    The spaniel is developed somewhat less;    While life is in me I can fight and bleed,    But never…

    The sword slew one in deadly strife;    One perish�d by the bowl;    The third lies self-slain by the knife;    For three the bells may toll,    I loved her better…

   With short, sharp, violent lights made vivid,    To southward far as the sight can roam,    Only the swirl of the surges livid,    The seas that climb and the…