Poems by Isaac McLellan

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

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

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

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

Morn on the Summer Sea--the breaking light
Is trembling on the mountain's misty height,
And up...

I remember those gay dawnings when life was fresh and new,
The rising mist above the vale, the...

The flushing dawn had scarcely tipt
The morning clouds with flecks of gold,
Flush'd the dusk w...

Amid the vast, eternal ice,
The crystal plain, the drifting floe,
Dark chasm, awful precip...

The brown chickadee still chirps on the tree,
Though it yields scanty wealth of larvae and bee,...

Farewell, farewell! This changeful earth
Hath nought of joy, of love, or mirth
In store for ...

Well do I love those various harmonies
That ring so gaily in Spring's budding woods,
And in th...

O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And dream by lapsing stream and drooping wood;
Trea...

You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'er,
That the gun o'er the meadows may thunder no ...

After a lengthened life, I walk again
The woodland mazes, in whose secret paths
My childhood ...

October's flaming banners, of purple and of gold,
O'er all the bowery woodland, are flaunting...