Thomas Campbell

O leave this barren spot to me
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree
Though bush or floweret never
My dark unwarming shade below;

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality
I saw a vision in my sleep That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time
I saw the last of human mould,...

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,    The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill:
For his country he sign'd, when at twilight
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill
But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion,

Wizard
— Lochiel
Wizard
— Lochiel

Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die

Soul of the Poet
wheresoe'er,
Reclaimed from earth, thy genius
Her wings of immortality ;

RT
On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,

The more we live, more brief
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages

Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze— Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe
And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow,— While...

Hark
from the battlements of yonder
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,

How delicious is the
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are
For the knot there's no untying

When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run;
Round the earth and ocean blue,
His children four the Seasons flew
First, in green apparel dancing,   The young Spring smiled with angel grace;