When once the mind has raised itself to grasp and to delight in excellence, those who love most will be found to love most wisely.

This little Collection differs, it is believed, from others in the attempt made to include in it all the best original lyrical pieces and songs in our language…

The azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! thou are mine. A thousand other beacons blaze; I follo…

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.