Robert Williams Buchanan

I saw the starry TreePut forth the blossom Time.

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Full of a sweet indifference.

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Believing hath a core of unbelieving.

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Even on the white English crags With faces pale that hunger'd to the light.

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Their hearts and sentiments were free, their appetites were hearty.

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Upward my face I turn to you, And, see! I touch the book of songs you tenderly left behind you!

— Robert Williams Buchanan

Tho' the world could turn from you, That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration.

— Robert Williams Buchanan