Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…

Methinks ofttimes my heart is like… That goes forth through the summer… And gathers honey from all growing… In garden plot, or on the clover l… When the long afternoon grows late…

Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of th… ‘What play?’ Why, this old play o… Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in t… ’Tis all in vain—I know thee and… Let us be frank, Isaura. I have m…

One night Nurse Sleep held out he… To tired little May. ‘Come, go with me to Wonderland,’ She said, ‘I know the way. Just rock-a-by-hum-m-m,

In a garb that was guiltless of co… She stood, with a dull, listless a… A creature of dumps and of dolours… But most undeniably fair. The folds of her garment fell roun…

Man has explored all countries and… And made his own the secrets of ea… Now, ere the world has fully reach… The oval earth lies compassed with… The seas are slaves to ships that…

You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…

Of all the blessings which my life… I value most, and most praise God… Want, Loneliness and Pain, those… Who, masquerade in the garb of foe… For many a year, and filled my hea…

I called to the wind of the Winte… As he sped like a steed on his way… ‘Oh! rest for awhile on thy journe… And answer these questions, I pra… ’Who is the foe to all virtue,

Let mine not be that saddest fate… To live beyond my greater self; to… My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while it… Let me hear rather the imperious c…

Into the world’s most high and hol… Men carry selfishness, and graft a… The air is rent with warring of th… Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry… The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s…

You know that oasis, fresh and fai… In the city desert, as Greeley sq… That bright triangle of scented bl… That lies surrounded by grime and… Right in the breast of the seethin…

Who has not felt his heart leap up… What time the tulips first begin t… Has one sweet joy, still left for… It is like early loves’ imagining; That fragile pleasure, which the…

I feel the stirrings in me of grea… New half-fledged thoughts rise up… And tremble on the margin of their… Then flutter back, and hide within… Beholding space, they doubt their…

When my blood flows calm as a purl… When my heart is asleep and my bra… It is then that I vow we must par… That I will forget you, and put y… Out of my life, as a dream is bani…