A HEAVY and desolate sense of l… Is all the Past makes mine—and st… A cold contempt of Fortune’s stri… Despite the dread Of want of bread,

Trust and treachery, wisdom, folly… Madness, mirth and melancholy, Love and hatred, thrift and pillag… All are housed in every village. And in such a world’s mixed being,

HIGH ’mid the shelves of a grey… Riseth in Babylonian mass above, In a benched cleft, as in the moul… Of grey-beard Time himself, I sit… And gaze with a keen wondering hap…

Never say aught in verse, or grave… That you in prose would hesitate t… Never in rhyme pretend to tears, u… True feeling sheds them in unfeign… Or some dream-grief, with such a m…

Glorious his lot whom Poesie shal… Her first High Priest in this so… Though thereby clothed as with a r… With her Creations of the Olden… Much conversant, and by their bulk…

Never give up, though life be a ba… Wherein true men may fail, and tru… Yet, on the whole, however may rat… The thunders of chance, scaring co… Clear victory’s always the bride o…

How full of God those evening ski… Arrayed in calmest loveliness; But ah! To think how many eyes Are wet with weeping none the less… Nay, hearts are aching, eyes are w…

A Genius caged in niceties of art… A full-souled Bard that should ha… Creatively peculiar-not as taught By models which (though rare and r… As polished jewels set in chastene…

As one who o’er Arabian Wildernes… Hath toiled a long and Spirit-wea… And now athirst, desires the gleam… Of some known Spring,—and ’mid th… And fiery sand, remembers too, to…

Disease was lurking in the cup! Disastrous folly mantling there! For promised joys he quaffed it up… And his were ruin and despair! Yes—so deceived he tasted first,

Far up the River-hark! 'tls the l… Deadened by distance, of some Fow… And as into the stillness of the s… It wastes now with a dull vibrator… Look where, fast widening up at ei…

DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…

’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

Of Cora, once so dearly ours, Would mournful memory sing; Of how she came when came the flow… To leave us with the spring. That day (returned) which gave her…