“O Night! most beautiful and rare!Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue,And through the azure fields of airBring’st down the gentle dew.”Thomas Buchanan Read Night.
“We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.”Thomas Buchanan Read The new pastoral Book.
“Within the sober realm of leafless trees,The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease,When all the fields are lying brown and bare.”Thomas Buchanan Read The closing Scene. Sc. i.
“Yon deep bark goesWhere Traffic blowsFrom lands of sun to lands of snows;—Yon happier one,Its course is runFrom lands of snow to lands of sun.”Thomas Buchanan Read Drifting.
“The terrible rumble, grumble and roarTelling the battle was on once more—And Sheridan twenty miles away!”Thomas Buchanan Read Sheridan’s Ride.
