1. Horace Smith
Hymn to the Flowers

Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
  From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation,
And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle
          As a libation.

Ye matin worshippers! who bending lowly
  Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye,...

Poet: Horace Smith
Address to the Mummy at Belzoni’s Exhibition

And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!
  In Thebes’s streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
  And time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous,
Of which the very ruins are...

Poet: Horace Smith
The Gouty Merchant and the Stranger

In Broad Street building (on a winter night),
Snug by his parlor-fire, a gouty wight
Sat all alone, with one hand rubbing
His feet rolled up in fleecy hose:
With t’ other he ’d beneath his nose
The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing,
  He...

Poet: Horace Smith