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…

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…

AWAY, away she plunges, With her white sails o’er her spre… Like the sheety clouds that gather On some great hill’s piny head. Still away she plunges rampant,

Should Switzerland’s rude rocks b… Of freedom (sanctioned there by G… All proud invaders, Gessler-like… Because the echoes in their caves… Once leaped exultant at the shout…

Words are deeds. The words we hea… May revolutionize or rear A mighty state. The words we read May be a spiritual deed Excelling any fleshly one,

SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…

A POWER is stirring—a broad lig… Amid the nation’s—in the wildernes… Of the world’s social horror and d… Heralding temperance as the Bapti… Announced the Christ. Amazed upon…

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…

HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I mu… And straight it gathers from the g… My soul its mirror, which (as some… Impictures the cerulean smiles of… Through the hushed night retains i…

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…

MARK yon runnel, how ’tis flowin… Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the spring-blooms near it blowi… And the sunlight o’er it beaming— Bright from bank to bank, or growi…

LOFTY and strenuous of sentiment But narrow and partial in its scop… And thence the bigot of a local se… Of habitudes, meshed round him lik… Hence too his intellect, though la…

A little light, heat, motion, brea… Then silence, darkness, and decay; This is the change from life to de… In him the weareth clay. But Time’s one drop ’twixt that a…

FORWARD ho! Forward ho! Soldie… Hope on; fight on; till man’s whol… Free of all good under heaven’s wi… And doubt not, the earth that has… Shall grow young again in the ligh…