Poems

This Southern Land of Ours With alien hearts to frame our laws And cheat us as of old, In vain our soil is rich, in vain […]

To – “Who would not be a poet?” thus I read In thy proud sonnet, my poetic friend; And unto this my full assent was given: […]

To an Echo on the Banks of the Hunter I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee With a strange shock, as from among […]

To Doctor Lang Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine— Little hast read of what my hand has wrought, Yet I with thy brave memory would […]

To James Norton Esq. Think you I have not skill to gather gold, If I could love it as some others do? Or that I lack […]

To My Young Countryman D.H.D. Who doubteth, when the morning star doth light Her lamp of beauty, that the day is coming? Or, where prime odours […]

To Poesy Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together! Ere this last disastrous blow Did lay my struggling fortunes low, In love unworn […]

To the Comet of 1843 Thy purpose, heavenly stranger, who may tell But Him, who linked thee to the starry whole? Wherefore, in this our darkness, […]

To the Moon With musing mind I watch thee steal Above those envious clouds that hid Till now thy face; thou dost reveal More than the […]

To the Rev. John Saunders on his Departure for England If a large love of the whole human race, With charity that hopeth a meet cure […]