HOW grand he would have stood, ha… The needless coronet he donned, as… Its gilt could heighten his proud… But downward he has stepped, a sea… Not with the lords of that imperia…

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…

IF at one door stands life to che… And at another, death, to mock bec… We thought life’s promise good; if… And is and should be ends in fume… Then let us live for joy alone—the…

No more the scarlet maples flash a… Their beacon-fires from hilltop an… The meadow-grasses and the woodlan… In the bleak woods lie withered on… The trees stand bare, and bare eac…

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

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…

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…

PARTED by time and space for ma… Yet ever longing, hoping for a day When, heart to heart, the happy we… Their flight for us, and all our s… As in our boyhood’s spring—my brot…

Beyond the low marsh-meadows and t… 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…

SOME summer mornings—when you’ve… Too late the night before—perhaps… If at some Berkshire farmhouse fa… You chance to wake while yet the s… A glory, to your landscape-painter…

A Fable. ‘WHAT can the matter be with the… Is it the sun or the moon or the c… Something broke loose in the old e… Thus in his study a weather philos…

So, heralded by Reason, Faith may… The darkened vale, the dolorous pa… In the great thought secure that l… Flow from the Soul of all, who, w… As with the living, is the fountai…

A Broadway Lyric SHE sits by the side of a turbule… That rushes and rolls forever Up and down like a weary dream In the trance of a burning fever.

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 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.