Poems by Isaac McLellan

Now in the fading woods, the Autumn blast
Chants its old hymn--a melancholy sound!
And look! T...

Autumnal Time! Why doth the poet's song
Fore'er invest thy gay and golden months
With melanchol...

The year is well-nigh ended, the leaf is sere and brown;
The elm casts down its coronal, the ...

Wild was the night, yet a wilder night,
Hung round the soldier's pillow,
In his bosom there ...

Grey Church! The Twilight's dying fire
Hath faded from thine ancient spire,
And from thy roof ...

Peace to the silent dead!
Peace to your voiceless sleep--pale race of men!
Gathered from sea an...

Swiftest and most rapacious of the tribes
That swim the seas, art thou, marauder fierce;
Tho...

September nights have scarcely felt
The first cool breath of autumn time,
Ere high the black d...

Monarch of the realms supernal,
Ranger of the land and sea,
Symbol of the Grand Republic,
W...

Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, flowery scenes bloom'd round our way;
Now thro' wi...

As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repose,
The old year, pale and pulseless, swoons o'...

Where vast and far the rustling grass burns with its russet stain,
O'er prairies lone, beyond ...

Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair Florida, on all thy sumptuous scenes;
In fancy...

In Indian Ocean, or in seas
That dash their billows upon tropic isles,
Where the perennial, ...

Wide and far the woods extend,
Leaf-laden branches graceful bend;
The old oaks, like great t...