The Dolphin, by Isaac McLellan
Swiftest and most rapacious of the tribes
That...
Swiftest and most rapacious of the tribes
That...
September nights have scarcely felt
The first ...
Monarch of the realms supernal,
Ranger of the...
Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, fl...
As a life-weary pilgrim sinks to his last repos...
Where vast and far the rustling grass burns wit...
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
In Indian Ocean, or in seas
That dash their b...
Wide and far the woods extend,
Leaf-laden bra...
Hark! To the village bell!
The red, Autumnal ...
It is eight o'clock of night, and the pallid f...
In far 'Mid-Africa, where woods
Illimitable w...
The generous autumn days are come,
The merrie...
By a little crystal brook
Winding thro' a wood...
High beats the hunter's heart when all the nigh...
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
I ofttimes come to this lonely place,
And for...
An Eden haunt, a charming fairy grot,
The an...
'Twas a fair river, fring'd with drooping reed...
Off where the slender light-house lifts,
Like...
The day is done, the sunset fires grow pale
B...
Now the good old Year is dead and gone
To the ...
In the Mahouna mountain, in the Haracta glen, ...
Slow pass'd the sultry days in Afric wilds,
S...
The brown chickadee still chirps on the tree,
...