John Shaw

  • Sleighing Song

    When calm is the night, and the stars shine bright,
      The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily;
        And mirth and jest abound,
        While all is still around,
        Save the horses’ trampling sound,
      And the horse-bells tinkling merrily.

    But when the...

  • Song

    Who has robbed the ocean cave,
      To tinge thy lips with coral hue?
    Who from India’s distant wave
      For thee those pearly treasures drew?
        Who, from yonder orient sky,
        Stole the morning of thine eye?

    Thousand charms, thy form to deck,...