HERE in this lonely rill-engirdl… The world forgetting, by the world… With one vowed to me with beloved… How sweet to draw, as hiddenly fro… As from its rocks yon shaded fount…

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…

It was, I well remember, the merr… Young Dora in the eventide came s… And the song came up the glen, til… In a subtle stream of melody ran g… A fond desire, long cherished, til…

THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy w… But concentrated by the chastened… Of constant hearts. Where’er the… Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced… Of some Petrarchian mind whose st…

He shone in the senate, the camp,… The mirror of manhood, the darling… He fought for his country, the sta… And died for it’s weal when to die… And Wisdom and Valour long over h…

SHE loves me! From her own bliss… The live confession came, like ric… From crimson petals bursting into… And still my heart at the remembra… Like a young lion, and my tongue t…

There’s a rare Soul of Poesie whi… But concentrated by the chastened… Of constant Hearts. Where’er the… Of beautiful Nature hath enchance… Of some Petrarchian mind, whose s…

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,

LITTLE, perhaps, thou valuest v… Little hast read of what my hand h… Yet I with thy brave memory would… The muse’s amaranths. For thou we… For freedom; well her sacred lesso…

First in the human Form and Face… ’Tis seen, and in all Shapes of a… Also in Things inanimate if rare: In blending colors next, and sound… Till Thought grow gifted with tha…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Behold an Indian isle, reposed Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, Even like a royal bride, be-rosed With passion in her happy rest. Or, when the morn is there disclos…