Here is one leaf reserved for me,
From all thy sweet memorials free;
And here my simple song might tell
The feelings thou must guess so well.
But could I thus, within thy mind,
One little vacant corner find,
Where no impression yet is seen,...

Poet: Thomas Moore

During His Solitary Abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez

I AM monarch of all I survey,—
  My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea,
  I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude! where are the charms
  That sages...

I am monarch of all I survey,

    My right there is none to dispute;

From the center all round to the sea

    I am lord of the fowl and the brute.


O solitude! where are the charms

    That sages have seen in thy...

Poet:

Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks!

Not that my muse, tho' bashful, shall deny

She would have thank'd thee rather, hadst thou cast

A treasure in her way; for neither meed

Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes...

Poet: