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…

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

Should Switzerland’s rude rocks b… Of freedom (sanctioned there by G… All proud invaders, Gessler-like… Because the echoes in their caves… Once leaped exultant at the shout…

I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…

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

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,

Who sees him walk the street, can… To question thus his friend, What… So much hath Nature, as ’tis oft… Stamped inward trickery on the out… And yet, with her great interdicti…

A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun

BY FAR Euphrates’ stream we sat… A weary band of herded slaves, And over Judah’s fallen estate We wept into the passing waves. On willow-boughs that o’er us bent

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…

I hear thee, echo! And I start to… With a strange shock, as from amon… Thy voice, reverbering in swift mu… Dies down the stream, or with its… Blends whisperingly, until my boso…

MINE heart is heavy with an anci… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my soul, in the re… And balminess of Song, the cheat…

HIGH ’mid the shelves of a grey… Riseth in Babylonian mass above, In a benched cleft, as in the moul… Of grey-beard Time himself, I sit… And gaze with a keen wondering hap…

“’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…