No life in earth, or air, or sky; The sunbeams, broken silently, On the bared rocks around me lie,- Cold rocks with half-warmed lichen… And scales of moss; and scarce a y…

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…

Last night, above the whistling wi… I heard the welcome rain,— A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top

Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed,

Act first, scene first. A study.… Half cell, half salon, opulent yet… Rare books, low-shelved, yet far a… Of common man to compass or to cra… Some slight relief of pamphlets th…

AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR ‘I was with Grant’—the stranger s… Said the farmer, ‘Say no more, But rest thee here at my cottage p… For thy feet are weary and sore.’

(AN IDYL OF THE BALUSTER… BOBBY, aetat. 3 1/2. JOHNNY,… BOBBY Do you know why they’ve put us in… Up in the attic, close against the…

Oh, you’re the girl lives on the c… come quick! There’s no one but me in the house… stick. Don’t try the front way, but come…

Here’s yer toy balloons! All size… Twenty cents for that. It rises Jest as quick as that ‘ere, Miss, Twice as big. Ye see it is Some more fancy. Make it square

Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured a… Those charms that held our sense i… Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tri…

Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. T… Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my da… Feel of that neck, sir,—thar’s vel… you vixen! Whoa! I say. Jack, trot her out;…

There is peace in the swamp where… Where the waters are stagnant, the… Where the musk of Magnolia hangs… And the lilies’ phylacteries broad… There is peace in the swamp, thoug…

I’m sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the d… In a robe even YOU would admire,… It cost a cool thousand in France… I’m be-diamonded out of all reason…

We know him well: no need of prais… Or bonfire from the windy hill To light to softer paths and ways The world-worn man we honor still. No need to quote the truths he spo…

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,