Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…

Hark! in the still night. Who goe… “Fifteen dead men" Why do they wa… “Hasten, comrade, death is so fair… Now comes their Captain through t… Sixteen dead men! What on their s…

Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak

Mo páistin deas, I did not know How cold the winter’s blast could… Into her heart, with what despair Earth drew her bloom and blossom f… How lone a man might come and go

I shall rest no more on the fragra… Under great trees where the green… Scents of the lime; and the wild r… Sweets to the breeze with their ce… I shall count no more, as I linge…

Where the sword has opened the way… ‘Look! they came, the triumphant a… Over yon hill see their weapons pe… Still I spoke not but my wheel se… I closed my eyes for my heart was…

‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,

Bring to me white roses, roses, pi… Sweet stock and gillyflowers, popp… Bee-flowers and mignonette, with b… I would make a coverlet for my nar… Bring me no silken cloth, velvet s…

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…

It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…

Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding ski… This wandering voice that ever cri… In its pathetic sweetness? Some loving soul that, leaning far

God made the man and bid him multi… Replenish the green earth, nor bre… Made by His hand; Man hearing und… He loved His work and held His la… And wherefore then does this poor…

O to be a woman! to be left to piq… When the winds are out and calling… Whisht! it whistles at the windows… There! the last leaves of the beec… All the boats at anchor they are p…

When dainty Mona walks this way My foolish heart will beat, And leaves me, though I turn asid… To lie beneath her feet. It follows her all up and down

She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…