Though all the world should stand… And leave you to your sorrow, And you from none, or near, or wid… A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outs…

Look seaward, Sentinel, and tell… What you behold. Sentinel I see the deep-ploughed furrows of… Bristling with harvest; funnel, an…

In the city of Darmstadt, the Sab… Shone over the broad Cathedral Sq… And to nobly, richly, and lowly bo… The belfry carilloned call to pray… Then banker, and burgher, and lear…

Brother Benedict rose and left hi… With the last slow swing of the ev… In his hand he carried his only bo… And he followed the path to the A… And, crossing the stepping-stones,…

How shall we comfort the Dying Ye… Beg him to linger, or bid him go? The light in his eyes burns dim an… His hands are clammy, his pulse be… He wanders and mumbles, but doth n…

Time, thou supreme inexorable Jud… Whom none can bribe, and none can… Who unto party rancour, private gr… Calmly opposeth equitable law, Before whom advocacy vainly strive…

Three graces still attend me, sinc… Your step across my graceless thre… Reverence, and Gratitude, and Lov… Reverence, whose gaze fears from t… And bows its head, and sues to you…

World! to arms! Do you shrink? What! shrink when the hoofs of the… The bosom of mother, the tonsure o… And the youth of a nation, pain-ma…

‘What ails you, Sister Erin, that… Is, like your mountains, still bed… As though some ancient sorrow or d… Some unforgettable wrong from far-… Done to your name or wreaked upon…

Now let me praise the Lord, The Lord, the Maker of all! I will praise Him on timbrel and… Will praise Him, whatever befall. For the Heavens are His, and the…

‘Roses crimson, roses white, Deadly pale or lovely blushing, Both in love with May at sight, And their maiden blood is rushing To and fro in hope to hide

Beside the Convent Gate I stood, Lingering to take farewell of thos… To whom I owed the simple good Of three days’ peace, three nights… My sumpter-mule did blink and blin…

Behind her rolling ramparts Engla… Impregnable, and girt by cliff-bui… Weaving to peace and plenty, day b… The long-drawn hours. In peace Spring freed her flocks…

Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.