Somebody’s baby was buried to-day… The empty white hearse from the gr… And the morning somehow seemed les… As I paused on the sidewalk while… And a shadow seemed drawn o’er the…

There is a haunting phantom called… A shadowy creature robed somewhat… But fairer in the face, whom all m… By her said mien, and eyes forever… No heart would seek her; but once…

I strolled last eve across the lon… One solitary picture struck my eye… A distant ploughboy stood against… How far he seemed above the noisy… Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod

If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or frie… In any way, why my life, I’ll say… Has reaped the reward of labour,

That which we had we still possess… Though leaves may drop and stars m… No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own;

An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon’s p… Bright with the sunset’s splendour… Summer and beauty over the lands -

They met each other in the glade— She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes fro…

Not we who daily walk the city’s Not those who have been cradled in… Best understand its architectural… Or realise its grandeur. Oft we… Some stranger who has staid his pa…

Born in the flesh, and bred in the… Some of us harbour still A New World pride: and we flaunt… The Spirit of Bunker Hill. We claim our place, as a separate…

Out over childhood’s borders, Manhood’s brave banners unfurled, Weighed down with precepts and ord… A boy has gone into the world. Nobody thinks it pathetic–

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…

We love but once. The great gold… From dawn to eventide doth cast hi… But the full splendour of his perf… Is reached but once throughout the… We love but once. The waves, wit…

When from dawn till noon seems one… And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come… And creep into the arms of his mot… Snugly creep and fall asleep,

A rose in my garden, the sweetest… Was hanging her head through the l… And early one morning I saw her t… And heard a low gossiping talk in… The yellow Nasturtium, a spinster…