A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promi… Settled down near my Station, to… And to sell to, my men too! from w… Until then, I had screw’d just wh… And for this, to be sure, I so ha…

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…

Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild, Hush! While in her heart she spea… To the spirit of her child: “Were we not to one another

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…

A settler in the olden times went… With four of his most bold and tru… Into the wilderness—went forth to… New streams and wider pastures for… Increasing flocks and herds. O’er…

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

My soul; is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all because, through fortune’€… I hear one little word. I feel as if all life and might

Could we as mortals but our end fo… How little in our minds the world… Could we as spirits but this life… And be again incarnate as we were, How little might be done like what…

“’TIS nine o’clock:—to bed!” crie… Who with his youthful household (f… Long since) inhabited a lonely hom… In the Australian wilderness, tha… As with an unshorn fleece of gloom…

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…

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…

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…

I was one so deeply drowned, That when the drag my body found, Twas void of motion, void of breat… And to sensation dead as death. In a languid summer mood

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…

I verse a Settler’s tale of olden… One told me by our sage friend, E… Who then went forth, meetly equipt… Of his most trusty and adventrous… Into the wilderness - went forth t…