Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.
A charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of life.
This Lime-tree Bower my Prison.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.