June 4th! Do you know what that d… June 4th! By this air and these p… Well,—only you know how I hate sc… These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you’ll kindly re…

Behind the footlights hangs the ru… A trifle shabby in the upturned bl… Of flaring gas and curious eyes th… The stage, methinks, perhaps is no… And hardly fit for royal Richard’…

(NEW JERSEY, 1780) Here’s the spot. Look around you.… Lay the Hessians encamped. By tha… Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. A… You may dig anywhere and you’ll tu…

Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the p… Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach,

It was the stage-driver’s story, a… wheelers, Quietly flecking his whip, and tur… While on the dusty road, and blent… We saw the long curl of his lash a…

This is the reed the dead musician… With tuneful magic in its sheath s… The prompt allegro of its music st… Its melodies unbidden. But who shall finish the unfinishe…

Bunny, lying in the grass, Saw the shining column pass; Saw the starry banner fly, Saw the chargers fret and fume, Saw the flapping hat and plume,—

(AFTER SPENSER) Lo! where the castle of bold Pfei… Its sullen shadow on the rolling t… No more the home where joy and wea… But now where wassailers in cells…

(ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,—… I reckon you’d give me a hundred,… Poetry!—that’s the way some chaps… But I takes mine ‘straight withou…

The dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low; Yet, mother dear, grant one reques… Before your boy must go. Oh! lift me ere my spirit sinks,

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousan… And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, ‘Come,

(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA) Brown foundling of the Western wo… Babe of primeval wildernesses! Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and rude caress…

Our window’s not much, though it f… There’s a fly in the pane that get… But it’s curious how people think… For ME to look out of the window! Why, when company comes, and they’…

Of all the fountains that poets si… Crystal, thermal, or mineral sprin… Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful tru… In short, of all the springs of T…

Oh, say, have you seen at the Wil… So charming and rurally true— A singular bird, with a manner abs… Which they call the Australian Em… Have you