FIRM trust of the bold sailor on… What strength is in its structure… Old ocean’s bed-rock gripping, wit… And therefore ’tis the emblem held… Through the billows ceaseless ragi…

Fair as the Night—when all the as… Of heaven are burning in the clear… Is Nora; and her eyes, like star-… Lustrous with glowing thoughts and… And that mysterious pathos which i…

Think you I have not skill to gat… If I could love it as some others… Or that I lack the spirit of a bo… And resolute man in any cause that… Because I scorn to juggle with yo…

What is the true difference ’twixt… Since both may be beautiful, both… Nor in subject, nor treatment, nor… But breathes through a certain ric…

THE PAST is flowing through my… Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing brigh… Over what?—an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny.

Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together! Ere this last disastrous blow Did lay my struggling fortunes low… In love unworn have we not borne

We build but for change and for de… To whom a like homage pay glory an… For something must pass to give be… All things are rounded by change,… Even the God-builded frame of the…

A STREAMLET is a bright and b… In some wide desert, where it keep… Of each wayfarer’s heart: The Star of Evening is a gracious… Instinct as ’twere with all the lo…

With a resplendent Eastern bride, Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling, ’Mid odours of so rare a steam That like a breath of love they se…

Thought-weary and sad, I reclined… At the head of a white-cedar-shade… And the breeze that fell over the… Sang a lullaby low as I gazed o’e… Long I’d reclined not till slumbe…

Flowers in their freshness are flu… And the voice-peopled forest is lo… And streams in their fulness are l… Yet my bosom is aching. There’s shadow on all things—the s…

IN VAIN, when music’s seraph-fi… Runs kindling through the air, Making it such as gods respire, (And gods perhaps are there!) In vain would words of subtlest wi…

With musing mind I watch thee ste… Above those envious clouds that hi… Till now thy face; thou dost revea… More than the glaring sunlight did… So round me would I have thy ligh…

My work is finished that has been… My only solace for this many a day… But whether it in other company May so beguile the time and hue th… Of loneliness and thought, I dare…

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…