"When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew."

Song. From Juvenile Poems.

"Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe."

Anacreontic.

"Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves."

To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washington.

"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?"

To Thomas Hume.

"I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, "If there 's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.""

Ballad Stanzas.

"Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time."

A Canadian Boat-Song.

"Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past."

A Canadian Boat-Song.

"The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them."

Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.

"Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."

Corruption.

"A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade."

Intercepted Letters. Letter vi.

"There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"

Little Man and Little Soul.

"Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!"

Go where Glory waits thee.

"Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,"

Oh breathe not his Name.

"And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls."

Oh breathe not his Name.

"The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more."

The Harp that once through Tara's Halls.

"Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all."

On the Death of Sheridan.

"Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade."

On the Death of Sheridan.

"Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay."

On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand.

"Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print."

The Fudges in England. Letter iii.

"Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon."

Fly not yet.

"Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon."

Fly not yet.

"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"

Fly not yet.

"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."

Oh think not my Spirits are always as light.

"Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore."

Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.

"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."

The Meeting of the Waters.

"Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came."

Eveleen's Bower.

"Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?"

Come, send round the Wine.

"No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close; As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."

Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms.

"The moon looks On many brooks "The brook can see no moon but this.""

While gazing on the Moon's Light.

"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."

Ill Omens.

"'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near."

'T is sweet to think.

"'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea."

The Origin of the Harp.

"But there 's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream."

Love's Young Dream.

"To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee."

I saw thy Form.

"Eyes of unholy blue."

By that Lake whose gloomy Shore.

"'T is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone."

The Last Rose of Summer.

"When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?"

The Last Rose of Summer.

"And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear."

The Young May Moon.

"You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."

Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour.

"Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds."

I 'd mourn the Hopes.

"No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us."

Come o'er the Sea.

"The light that lies In woman's eyes."

The Time I 've lost in wooing.

"My only books Were woman's looks,-- And folly 's all they 've taught me."

The Time I 've lost in wooing.

"I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art."

Come, rest in this Bosom.

"To live and die in scenes like this, With some we 've left behind us."

As slow our Ship.

"Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea."

Remember Thee.

"All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest."

All that 's Bright must fade.

"Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!"

Those Evening Bells.

"Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken."

Oft in the Stilly Night.

"I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed."

Oft in the Stilly Night.