GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the… With life and health and chance st… To hold your forward course—fame a… Close at your side; Who easier won your bays because t…

His brows were circled by a wreath… The symbol of the bard’s well-earn… Upon his head more regal than the… Of kings. For he by his immortal… Is King among the poets of these…

ALL honor to that keen Promethea… Who caught the prismic hues of Jo… And from the glances of the dædal… And from the fiery sun, the secret… That all are parts of one primeval…

BEYOND the low marsh-meadows an… Seen through the hoary trunks of w… The long blue level of the ocean s… The distant surf, with hoarse, com… Out from its sandy barrier seems t…

(A Hope.) BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolle… Whose banners every land unfurled; And as it passed, its splendors to… The art and glory of the world.

THE wish behind the thought is th… Of faith, and out of earth we buil… Life to each unschooled child of t… A fairy wand with which he thinks… The dark gate to a region vast and…

ALL day within me, sweet and clea… The song you sang is ringing. At night in my half-dreaming ear I hear you singing, singing. Ere thought takes up its homespun…

GONE is the tempest that clouded The land with its dark desolation. Out from the pall that enshrouded Leaps the new strength of the nati… Never again shall the cannon

IN the fragrant bright June morni… Down the marble doorsteps loiters,… O’er the green sward through the g… Throws away an old bouquet, and wo… Then returning through the garden,…

Many a year has fled away Since this old palette was new, As may be seen by the spots of gre… And yellow and red and blue. Many a picture was painted from th…

I NEEDS must praise the natural… Who praises not himself, nor seeks… Too unambitious for these emulous… When each small talent seeks the p… And victors’ wreaths are worn befo…

YET words though weak are all tha… Wherewith their muse translates th… Of Harmony, whose subtle forms an… Float in the unlanguaged poesy of… And so no true-souled artist stand…

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

Ah, who can tell which guide were… To truth long sought, but unattain… The early faith, or late unrest? What age has earned, or boyhood ga… When down life’s vista as we gaze,

A GROAN from a dim-lit upper ro… A stealthy step on the stairs in t… A hurried glance to left, to right In the court below—then out in the… There creeps a man through an alle…