MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…

I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,

We build but for change and for de… To whom a like homage pay glory an… For something must pass to give be… All things are rounded by change,… Even the God-builded frame of the…

FIRM trust of the bold sailor on… What strength is in its structure… Old ocean’s bed-rock gripping, wit… And therefore ’tis the emblem held… Through the billows ceaseless ragi…

Far up the River-hark! 'tls the l… Deadened by distance, of some Fow… And as into the stillness of the s… It wastes now with a dull vibrator… Look where, fast widening up at ei…

Worldly Prosperity is often less A proof of having than of wanting… And most is thwarted by the noble… Of Wit, Love, Valor, or Benevole… I know a bloodless Thing at whose…

’TIS the early summer season, whe… When wide warm fields are glad wit… And upland growths of wattles engo… Oh! Is there conscious joyance in… And is it a felt happiness that th…

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…

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…

A LONELY boy, far venturing fro… Out on the half-wild herd’s faint… ’Mid rock-browned mountains, which… Glare into haggard chasms deep ado… A rude and craggy world, the prosp…

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…

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…

A Genius caged in niceties of art… A full-souled Bard that should ha… Creatively peculiar-not as taught By models which (though rare and r… As polished jewels set in chastene…

Man were a grinding Niggard, lean… Even in his youth, and in his rich… Didst Thou ne’er leave thy Blessi… If not from Thee, whence were the… The scornful injuries lowly hearts…

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