Cold, clear, and blue, the morning heaven --
Will the day be bright or cloudy --
Tell me, tell me, smiling child --
The inspiring music's thrilling sound --
High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending --
Woods, you need not frown on me --
Redbreast, early in the morning --
Through the hours of yesternight --
A.G.A. There shines the moon, at noon of night --
All day I've toiled, but not with pain --
I am the only being whose doom --
The night of storms has passed --
Woe for the day: Regina's pride --
I saw thee, child, one summer's day --
O God of heaven! the dream of horror --
A.G.A. to A.E. Lord of Elbe, on Elve hill --
Song A.G.A. Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill --
Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill: The battle had passed from the height --
How golden bright from earth and heaven --
Not a vapour had stained the breezeless blue --
Only some spires of bright green grass --
The sun has set, and the long grass now --
Lady, in your palace hall --
And first an hour of mournful musing --
Wind, sink to rest in the heather --
Long neglect has worn away --
Awaking morning laughs from heaven --
Alone I sat, the summer day --
The organ swells, the trumpets sound --
A sudden chasm of ghastly light --
'Tis evening now, the sun descends --
The old church tower and garden wall --
Lines. Far away is the land of rest --
Now trust a heart that trusts in you --
A.G.A. sleep brings no joy to me --
Strong I stand, though I have borne --
The night is darkening round me --
I'll come when thou art saddest --
I would have touched the heavenly key --
To a wreath of snow, by A.G. Almeda, O transient voyager of heaven --
Song by Julius Angora, awake, awake, how loud the stormy morning --
J.A. Song, awake, awake how loud the stormy morning --
Lines -- I die but when the grave shall press --
O mother, I am not regretting --
H.G. weaned from life and torn away --
I'm happiest when most away --
All hushed and still within the house --
Ierne's eyes were glazed and dim --
But the hearts that once adored me --
Deep, deep down in the silent grave --
Here, with my knee upon thy stone --
O come again, what chains withhold --
Was it with the fields of green --
How loud the storm sounds round the hall --
What use is it to slumber here --
O evening, why is thy light so sad --
It's over now: I've known it all --
The wide cathedral aisles are lone --
O hinder me by no delay --
Darkness was overtraced on every face --
Harp of wild and dream-like strain --
A.G.A. why do I hate that lone green dell --
A.G.A. to A.S. o wander not so far away --
Lines by A.G.A. to A.S. o wander not so far away --
Song to A.A. This shall by thy lullaby --
Song, this shall be thy lullaby --
Gleneden's dream, tell me, watcher, is it winter --
None of my kindred now can tell --
'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days --
Lonely at her window sitting --
There are two trees in a lonely field --
What is that smoke that ever still --
Still as she looked the iron clouds --
Away, away, resign me now --
It will not shine again --
None but one beheld him dying --
Coldly, bleakly, drearily --
Old hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now --
Douglas's ride, well, narrower draw the circle roundg --
Song, what rider up Gobelrin's glen --
A.G.A. for him who struck thy foreign string --
The lady to her guitar, for him who struck thy foreign string --
Arthr ex to -- in dungeons dark I cannot sing --
The evening sun was sinking down --
Fall, leaves, fall -- die, flowers, away --
Song by Julius Brenzaida to G.S. Geraldine, the moon is shining --
Song by J. Brenzaida to G.S., I knew not 'twas so dire a crime --
Last words, I knew 'twas so dire a crime --
A.G.A. where were ye all, and where wert thou --
I paused on the threshold, I turned to the sky --
O come with me, thus ran the song --
F. De. Samara to A.G.A., light up thy halls, 'tis closing day --
O dream, where art thou now --
When days of beauty deck the earth --
Still beside that dreary water --
There swept adown that dreary glen --
The starry night shall tidings bring --
The starry night shall comfort bring --
Loud without the wind was roaring --
Loud without the wind was roaring --
Stanzas, loud without the wind was roaring --
A little while, a little while --
Stanzas, a little while, a little while --
How still, how happy, those are words --
The blue bell is the sweetest flower
The bluebell, the bluebell is the sweetest flower --
The night was dark, yet winter breathed --
A.G.A. what winter floods, what showers of spring --
By R. Gleneden, from our evening fireside now --
Lines by R.G., from our evening fireside now --
Song, King Julius left the south country --
Lines, the soft unclouded blue of air --
A.G.A. to the bluebell, sacred watcher, wave thy bells --
To a bluebell by A.G.A., sacred watcher, wave thy bells --
May flowers are opening --
Lines by Claudia, I did not sleep, 'twas noon of day --
I know not how it falls on me --
Written on returning to the P. of I. on the 10th of January, 1827, The busy day has hurried by --
The hours of day have glided by --
The busy day has glided by --
Month after month, year after year --
She dried her tears, and they did smile --
And now the house-dog stretched once more --
A farewell to Alexandria, I've seen this dell in July's shine --
Come hither, child -- who gifted thee --
To A.G.A. thou standest in the greenwood now --
I'm standing in the forest now --
I gazed upon the cloudless moon --
Shed no tears o'er that tomb --
A.A.A. sleep not, dream not, this bright day --
Mild the mist upon the hill --
How long will you remain, the midnight hour --
It is not pride, it is not shame --
Fair sinks the summer evening now --
Alcona, in its changing mood --
Song, o between distress and pleasure --
There was a time when my cheek burned --
The wind, I hear it sighing --
Love and friendship, love is like the wild rose-briar --
Love and friendship, love is like the wild rose-briar --
There should be no despair for you --
Sympathy, there should be no despair for you --
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn --
Stanzas to -- well, some may hate, and some may scorn --
The wind was rough which tore --
His land may burst the galling chain --
Start not, upon the minster wall --
That wind, I used to hear it swelling --
I've been wandering in the greenwoods --
That dreary lake, that midnight sky --
Heaven's glory shone where he was laid --
Upon her soothing breast --
I gazed within thine earnest eyes --
F. De Samara, written in the gaaldine prison caves to A.G.A., thy sun is near meridian height --
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn --
It is too late to call thee now --
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me --
Stanzas, I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me --
A.G.A. to A.S., at such a time, in such a spot --
If grief for grief can touch thee --
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight --
The night-wind, in summer's mellow midnight --
The night-wind, in summer's mellow midnight --
R. Gleneden, companions all day long we've stood --
There let thy bleeding branch atone --
The death of A.G.A., were they shepherds, who sat all day --
And like myself lone, wholly lone --
M.A.A. methinks this heart should rest awhile --
Riches I hold in light esteem --
The old stoic, riches I hold in light esteem --
Shall earth no more inspire thee --
Aye, there it is, It wakes to-night --
Ay-there it is, it wakes to-night --
I see around me tombstones grey --
Geraldine, 'twas night, her comrades gathered all --
Rosina, weeks of wild delirium past --
A.S. to G.S., I do not weep, I would not weep --
Encouragement, I do not weep, I would not weep --
H.A. and A.S. in the same place, when nature wore --
Written in Aspin Castle, how do I love on summer nights --
The evening passes fast away --
Self interrogation, the evening passes fast away --
On the fall of Zalona, all blue and bright, in glorious light --
How clear she shines, how clear she shines, how quietly --
How clear she shines, how clear she shines, how quietly --
To A.S. 1830, where beams the sun the brightest --
E.G. to M.R., thy guardians are asleep --
It was night, and on the mountains --
Had there been falsehood in my breast --
Yes, holy be thy resting place --
In the earth, the earth, thou shalt be laid --
Warning and reply, in the earth, the earth, thou shalt be laid --
Rodric Lesley, 1830, lie down and rest, the fight is done --
Hope, hope was but a timid friend --
Hope, hope was but a timid friend --
M.G. for the U.S., 'twas yesterday, at early dawn --
A.S. castle wood, the day is done, the winter sun --
My comforter, well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught --
My comforter, well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught --
A.G.A. to A.S., this summer wind, with thee and me
A day dream, on a sunny brae alone I lay --
A day dream, on a sunny brae alone I lay --
E.W. to A.G.A., how few, of all the hearts that loved --
The wanderer from the fold, how few of all the hearts that loved --
The linnet in the rocky dells --
Song, the linnet in the rocky dells --
To imagination, when weary with the long day's care --
To imagination, when weary with the long day's care --
D.G.C. to J.A., come, the wind may never again --
O thy bright eyes must answer now --
Plead for me, oh, thy bright eyes must answer now --
I.M. to I.G. the winter wind is loud and wild --
Faith and despondency, the winter wind is loud and wild --
J.B., Sept, 1825, from a dungeon wall in the southern college, "listen, when your hair, like mine" --
The elder's rebuke, listen, when your hair, like mine --
M. Douglas to E.R. Gleneden, the moon is full this winter night --
Honour's Martyr. The moon is full this winter night --
A.G.A., Sept. 1826, From A.D.W. in the N.C., o day, he cannot die --
A death-scene, o day, he cannot die --
Enough of thought, philosopher --
The philosopher, enough of thought, philosopher --
R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida, cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee --
Remembrance, cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee --
Death, that struck when I was most confiding --
Death, death, that struck when I was most confiding --
Ah, why, because the dazzling sun --
Stars, ah, why, because the dazzling sun --
A thousand sounds of happiness --
A.E. to R.C. heavy hangs the raindrop --
Child of delight, with sunbright hair --
The two children, heavy hangs the raindrop --
Child of delight with sun-bright hair --
How beautiful the earth is still --
Anticipation, how beautiful the earth is still --
M.A. written on the dungeon wall, N.C., I know that tonight the wind is sighing --
Julian M. and A.G. Rochelle, silent is the house, all are laid asleep --
The prisoner, a fragment, in the dungeon crypts idly did I stray --
The visionary, silent is the house, all are laid asleep --
No coward soul is mine --
No coward soul is mine --
Why ask to know the date, the clime --
Why ask to know what date, what clime --
Not many years but long enough to see / Charlotte Bronte --
Stanzas, often rebuked, yet always back returning.
