The ship is sinking, come ye one a… Stand fast and so this weakness ov… Come ye strong hands and cheery vo… ‘Stand by!’ The ship is sinking in a summer se…

Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale I go. Come, you wan lovers sighing

A Legend of Tyrol I through the valley of Klausen w… By a little stream, and heard it s… Down by its bed I crouched and be… A listening ear as it hurried by.

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

Sing a song for Evaleen, only two… Running laughing on life’s path in… Christ-Child, Whom on Mary’s kne… Let Thy little angels come with t… One to guide her either hand, so w…

I built a house, four perfect wall… To hold the landly roof, whose she… Did tempt the darting swallows fro… To nest and stay all loth and late… Wide windows, planned to hold the…

Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

I had loved the pretty birds that… The gentle thrush that had his nes… The chaffinch with his sudden note… The sad rhyme of the robin, too, t… The happy lark whose benison fell…

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,

She walks in a lonely garden On the path her feet have made, With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckl… And gown of a flowered brocade; The hair that falls on her shoulde…

Thou shalt feel no more the wind o… Nor float on the breath of the bre… Thou shalt drowse no more on the b… ‘Neath the lullaby song of the tre… Thou shalt seek no more in the gre…

This Consul Casement—he who heard… Of stricken people—and who in his… To lift the torture load from brok… And shield sad women from eternal… Went through lone, hot, and fevere…

Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but… In all its chill and silent majest… Lest I should lie divorced from a… An exile yet—and ever still to be. I never trod upon a foreign shore

With a knock upon the window comes… ’Tis his step upon the threshold;… ‘Oh, will you up and follow, swift… By mountain hill and hollow?’ said… Said the brave volunteer, said the…