’Tis hard that the full summer of… Is but the turn where winter’s sig… That to have reached the best is l… That final loss bears date from ha… So some proud vessel in a narrow s…

“Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I… Should be a castaway.” If some on… Would take that text and preach to… Some one who could forget his trut…

ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy: He and she they loved so well. ‘Oh the foamy billow’s joy! Oh the rippling in the sun! Oh the round waves, one by one, S…

Spring Stornelli. THE RIVULET. OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping… With backward waves that cling aro… And is thy world beyond the dim bl…

WHERE found Love his yesterday? When is Love’s to-morrow? say. Love has only now. We can swear it, we who stand In Love’s present, hand in hand,

Young laughters, and my music! Ay… The voice can reach no blending mi… ’Tis the bird’s trill because the… And spring means trilling on a blo… ’Tis the spring joy that has no wh…

‘OH voice of summer winds among t… What soft news art thou bringing t… Dost thou come whispering of hushe… Languid in sunlight, while the dro… Couch placidly at rest, and from t…

If I should die this night, (as w… So pain has on my weakness worked… And they should come at morn and l… Lying more white than I am wont,… In the strong silence of unchangin…

MILES and miles of here and ther… Our eager river forced its way, Bent to be it knew not where. It had no rest in delay; And for its haste it had no aim;

TELL thee truth, sweet; no. Truth is cross and sad and cold: Lies are pitiful and kind, Honey-soft as Love’s own tongue: Let me, love, lie so.

There came a child into the solemn… where great Pope Innocent sat thr… angry disputings on Free-Will in… Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian c… an ignorantly bold poor child, who…

Good friend, be patient: goes the… well, can you groove it straight w… and, sigh or scold, and, argue or… what have you done but waste your… on impotent fool’s battles with th…

WINGED voice to tell the skies… Dear earth-born lark, sing on, sin… Sing into heaven that she may hear ;Sing what thou wilt, so she but k… Thine ecstasy of summer mirth

A YOUNG fair girl among her flo… And, as to blossoms born in May, Her morrows still brought sunnier… Than made up sunny yesterday. She did but wait: ‘Hope is so swe…

‘AND when came I to this town?’… A question asked for the asking’s… Answered merely an answer to make, As stranger to stranger may; Answered enough with ‘Twas yester…