I stand in thought beside my fathe… The grave of one who, in his old a… Too late perhaps, since he endured… Of corporal anguish, sweating bloo… But not an hour too soon—no, not a…

Spirit, that lookest from the star… Of truth’s white flock, next to th… Accept my reverence though but fee… And oh! My heart from thy example… Henceforth its being for worthiest…

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…

O liberty, yet build thee an augus… And best abode in this most virgin… The Old World yet, power-trampled… Hath never known thee in thy perfe… Seeing all Rule which at a given…

Thy purpose, heavenly stranger, wh… But Him, who linked thee to the s… Wherefore, in this our darkness, b… To must upon thee in thy high care… As of some wandering symphony from…

WE’LL PLANT a Tree of Liberty In the centre of the land, And round it ranged as guardians b… A vowed and trusty band; And sages bold and mighty soul’d

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…

POWER’S a cheat, success but tr… Even pleasure bears a sting; Still ’tis useless, useless sighin… Rather list to Hope replying— “The flowers must come again with…

Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…

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…

The loud, apt epithet, applying su… The dim-drawn image, artfully obsc… The perfect stanza, framed of word… And round as pearls, yet liquid to… A pith of phrase, and musical arra…

LIKE HIM who great reports of t… Because his own is a most barren f… Is he who man’s divinity suspects, Because his own soul doth so littl… Better is one who through himself…

Mine heart is heavy with an ancien… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my Soul, in the r… And balminess of Song—the cheat i…

’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…

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…