IN my friend’s library I sit alon… Hemmed in by books. The dead and… Shrined in a thousand volumes rich… Tower in long rows, with names to… A dim half-curtained light o’er al…

OF love that was, of friendship i… Of youth long gone, yet oft rememb… And seen like distant landscapes f… Clothed in a garment of aërial haz… What need to sing? Yet real is ea…

Oh, that I could sinne once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sinne is flat opposite to the Alm… It wants the good of virtue, and o…

As tangled driftwood barring up a… Against our struggling oars when h… To reach some fair green island we… Lying beyond us in the morning’s g… And shimmering like a landscape in…

READING in Omar till the thoug… Upon his pages seemed to be inurne… Within me in a silent fire, my pen By instinct to his flowing metre t… Vine-crowned free-thinker of thy…

CAN one so strong in hope, so ric… That promised fruit of nobler wort… He yet had given, drop thus with s… The busy brain no more its work re… Can death for life so versatile fi…

YET in all facts of sense life st… And from a thousand symbols hope m… Its charter to escape the Stygian… And find existence in an ampler fi… The streams by winter’s icy breath…

ALL loves have frailer roots than… From one ancestral blood. The fri… In youth pass on before us, or beh… Are dropped, or on diverging paths… While branches from one trunk stil…

BLACK in the midnight lies the… Its dim horizon from my window hig… I see shut in beneath a misty sky Red with the light a million lamp-… Up from the humming streets. And…

THE day so long remembered comes… The years have vanished. On the v… We stand and wave adieux, until a… Our bark appears to friends whose… Follow our voyage o’er the unknown…

UNBIDDEN to the feast where fr… To greet thy seventy years, their… For that thy form erect such weigh… Should bear, was never present to… Whittier, I bring my offering, th…

ON a time—not of old— When a poet had sent out his soul… Where the heart of the nation in p… In fold upon fold— He called back his soul who had pi…

Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driv… Lived at Admetus, tending herds a… And strolling o’er the pastures an… He found his life much duller than… For he had left his bow, his songs…

HAD I, instead of unsonorous wor… The skill that moves in rapturous… And modulations of entrancing chor… Through mystic mazes of all harmon… The bounding pulses of an overture

Across the sea the swift sad messa… And beats with sudden pang against… Under the elm-trees in his homeste… The Laureate of our land lies dea… Wept by the love of friends, and c…