LIKE HIM who great reports of t… Because his own is a most barren f… Is he who man’s divinity suspects, Because his own soul doth so littl… Better is one who through himself…

DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling

Who doubteth, when the morning sta… Her lamp of beauty, that the day i… Or, where prime odours track the b… That rare flowers in the vicinage… Or, where the wild bees all about…

MARK yon runnel how ’tis flowing… Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the Spring-blooms near it blow… And the sunlight in it gleaming! Where that shelving rock is spied,

As his bark dashed away on the nig… And out towards the South he was… First there passed o’er his spirit… Then the light of a vision amazing… As rises the moon, from the white…

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,

A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun

One summer morn, out of the sea-wa… A speck-like Cloud, the season’s… Came softly floating up the boundl… And o’er the sun-parched hills all… Onward she glided through the azur…

STANDING alone, a study in its… How Shakespeare’s volume glorifie… For thence his spirit forth on min… Like a great morning on the hills… Sphered in the light of his creati…

How beautiful that earliest burst… Which floodeth from the opening ey… When like a fairy palace dew-bedig… Bough storying over bough upspread… And sweet the melodies which tow’r…

For Outward Show we barter Compe… Family Comfort, Credit, Friendsh… And even Love’s own dreamy Eden,… The beantifullest Flowers of Life… To breathe a soul-sweet incense to…

Worldly Prosperity is often less A proof of having than of wanting… And most is thwarted by the noble… Of Wit, Love, Valor, or Benevole… I know a bloodless Thing at whose…

That man is truly great, and he al… Who venerates, of present things o… The absolute only,—is the liege of… Save God and truth; who, awed not… And shadowy scheme of life, but an…

About the year 1842 a party of stockmen, several of whom were afterwards hanged for the crime, made a wholesale slaughter of a small tribe of defenceless blacks; one woman only, with he...

Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…