What is the voice I hear On the wind of the Western Sea? Sentinel, listen from out Cape Cl… And say what the voice may be. ‘'Tis a proud, free people calling…

Above the glow of molten steel, The roar of furnace, forge, and sh… Protectress of the City’s weal, Now, Learning rears her loftier h… That Progress may at length descr…

Incomparable Italy, farewell! Tears not unmanly trespass to the… From thy soft touch and glance uns… Compelled to turn and suffer other… E’en as I leave thee, the materna…

Think you that I will drain the d… I who have quaffed the sweetness o… Now by the steadfast burning stars… Better to faint of thirst than thu… What! shall we twain who saw love’…

Let us fly! It is long past eleve… The watch-dogs are silent; the moo… Hath all but abandoned the heaven, And midnight is sinking in swoon. Not a chirp to be heard in the thi…

Sweet Love is dead: Where shall we bury him? In a green bed, With no stone at his head, And no tears nor prayers to worry…

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…

Why, rapturous bird, though shades… Muffle the leaves and swathe the l… Singest thou still with all thy mi… As though ’twere noon, as though ’… Silence darkens on vale and hill,

Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…

Behind the curtain, With glance uncertain, Peeps pet Florence as I gaily rid… Half demurely, But, though purely,

Beneath this marble, mute of prais… Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s g… To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight

Hearken not, friend, for the resou… That did the Poet’s verses once a… We are but gleaners in the field o… Whence the main harvest hath been… The sheaves of glory you are fain…

Is life worth living? Yes, so lon… As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s son… To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes,

‘One more embrace! Then, o’er the… And nobly play the soldier’s part!… Thus sounds, amid the martial stra… The Spartan Mother’s patriot hear… She hides her woe,

Realm of ocean-guarded Peace, Humming loom and grazing steer, Farm, and forge, and woven fleece, Happier, homelier, year by year, Hark! athwart the wintry air,