Poems by Isaac McLellan

In winter, when the snows lie deep
In shapeless hillock, drifted heap;
When thick the hollow...

'Tis a fair haunt, a lovely scene
With vale and stream and woods between!
Yonder across the up...

For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
And mountain ranges, frowning like great forts
W...

Here in this genial Mexic land,
Where soft is breeze and bright the skies,
Gay summer in Dece...

Twilight silently, softly falls,
Touching valley and grove with misty wand,
Kissing the sky ...

Sea-Bird, skimmer of the waves,
Whither doth thy journey tend?
Is it to some southern shore, ...

The seaboy sailing o'er the main,
Far-gazing o'er the watery plain,
Sees oft the black fin of...

When soft May breezes fan th' awaking woods,
ANd with her fairy wand the blue-ey'd Spring
Touc...

It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering bluffs encompass'd round,
Heavy with woods of fir...

The tender Twilight with a crimson cheek
Leans on the breast of Eve. The wayward Wind
Hath fold...

Slow sinks the golden sun behind the woods,
The shivering woods of winter. The red flush,
Tha...

For other scenes their lights expand,
Out in the savage western land,
Where wildernesses lone...

The autumn day is fleck'd with gold,
As slow the twilight sun declines;
The western cloud's e...

Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the forests dim and drear,
I lay with rifle at my side...

We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
From our Indian camp. The red, angry glare
Of cri...