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…

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…

LONG ere I knew thee—years of lo… 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…

How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream! Pointless things that look like po… Only, to some held-back theme! Wild unequal, agitated,

A HEAVY and desolate sense of l… Is all the Past makes mine—and st… A cold contempt of Fortune’s stri… Despite the dread Of want of bread,

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

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…

Never say aught in verse, or grave… That you in prose would hesitate t… Never in rhyme pretend to tears, u… True feeling sheds them in unfeign… Or some dream-grief, with such a m…

MARK yon runnel how ’tis flowing… Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the Spring-blooms near it blow… And the sunlight in it gleaming! Where that shelving rock is spied,

LOFTY and strenuous of sentiment But narrow and partial in its scop… And thence the bigot of a local se… Of habitudes, meshed round him lik… Hence too his intellect, though la…

Flowers in their freshness are flu… And the voice-peopled forest is lo… And streams in their fulness are l… Yet my bosom is aching. There’s shadow on all things—the s…

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…

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…

Rising and setting Suns of Libert… Mountainous Exploits; and the Wre… By stormy Passion o’er Life’s tre… Relieved by Shores of green delig… And starry Dreams, and the serene…

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…