IT IS the morning star, arising… Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as sh… Of its desire for day; then glides… And into the dim sky, there leavin… A whiteness in her wake that white…

A Rabbinical Legend Part I. From morn until the setting of the… The rabbi Joseph on his knees had… And, as he rose with spirit meek a…

Fair as the Day!—a genial day ser… Of early Summer, when the living… Seems God’s own breath, and Flowe… To the warm light, look smiling fo… The heapy folds of Nature’s mantl…

Great captain if you will! great… Great minion of the crown! - but a… He was not! He? the iron instrume… Of mere authority! the atheist Of a conventional and most earthy…

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…

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...

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…

Night was new-throned in heaven, a… Together in the cool and shadowles… That thickened round, at the wild… Ere yet the moon’s red rim had sho… The pine-trees. For in both our s…

“’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…

“WHO would not be a poet?” thus… In thy proud sonnet, my poetic fri… And unto this my full assent was g… “There is not, cannot be, under al… Aught happier in itself than the w…

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…

How full of God those evening ski… Arrayed in calmest loveliness; But ah! To think how many eyes Are wet with weeping none the less… Nay, hearts are aching, eyes are w…

Have the blasts of sorrow worn the… Have the rocks of danger torn thee… And thus shifted, wreck-like drift… Wouldst thou find a port in time? Vain the quest! That word sublime…

First see those ample melons-brind… With mingled green and brown is al… For they are ripe, and mealy at th… And saturate with the nectar of th… And here their fellows of the mars…

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…