Poems by Dugald Moore

Are ye unholy shadows, that by fits
Start from your grave, and in your shining shrouds
Walk t...

God of my sires! O'er ocean's brim
Yon beauteous land appears at last;
Raise, comrades! Raise...

Beam of the lonely eve! Thou comest forth
Upon thy little cloud of silver hue,
Laughing like m...

When rosy morn threw o'er the tide
His youthful beams of glory bright,
When young creation, l...

The worlds that fill the fields of space,
Shall wither where they long have roll'd,
But thou ...

The world is quivering into life; each bough
Throws up a thousand buds of lively green;
The cl...

The mist is on the mountain, and the moon
Walks like a spirit through the troubled sky,
Cloud...

The playful breeze is dancing through the dell,
Breaking the azure crystal of the stream,
As ...

Nature has waked, and yawn'd, and oped her eye,
While on the mountains Morn has ta'en his sta...

The myriads of mankind depart--they die,
They leave no vestige that they once have been,
But ...

Dark monarch of the cloudy sky!
Proud and companionless--
Alone, thou bend'st thy scornful eye...

And this is twilight!--what a glorious hour
To view tired nature stealing to her rest;
To view...