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…

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…

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…

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…

His Mind alone is Kingly, who (th… But venerates of present Things o… What he believeth Good; kneeling… Save God and Truth! Who, awed no… And shadowy Scheme of Life, but a…

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…

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…

Long ere I knew thee—years of lov… A shape would gather from my dream… The soul-sweet influence of its ge… Into my heart, to thrill it to the… Then would I wake, with lonely he…

Disease was lurking in the cup! Disastrous folly mantling there! For promised joys he quaffed it up… And his were ruin and despair! Yes—so deceived he tasted first,

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…

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…

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…

WHERE Beauty is smiling With Love undenied, Where Gladness is flowing From Pleasure’s hill-side, Whatever of charming

DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,