Oh! that is a beautiful land, I w… The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than… (Though this is a world most fair)… The goodliest goal of all good goa…

We will be what we could be. Do n… “It might have been, had not this,… No fate can keep us from the chose… He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do n…

How terrible these nights are when… With our scarred hearts, we sit in… And some old sorrow, to the world… Does suddenly with silent steps in… After the guests departed, and the…

I saw a fair youth, with a brow br… And an eye that was beaming with i… And his face seemed to glow with t… And I said, 'He will grace and en… He is Nature’s own king.’

Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near… ‘Do you know I am going away? ’ I had never seen their faces,

Said the manicure scissors one day… ‘The shears always have their own… And I think it absurd That I am deterred From entering into life’s fray.

What is the end of each man’s toil… Brother, O Brother? A handful of dust in a bit of soil… His name forgotten as centuries ro… Though blazoned to-day on Glory’s…

ust a changing sea of colour Surging up and flowing down; And pagodas shining golden, night… And a sun-burst-tinted throng Of young priests that move along

To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our ple… The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovel… No thrush sits and sings on the tr…

There was a time when I was confi… That God’s stupendous mystery of… Was mine to know. The wonder of i… New ecstasy and glory to the earth… I heard no voice that uttered it a…

When mighty issues loom before us,… The petty great men of the day see… Like pigmies standing in a blaze o… Before some grim majestic mountain… War, with its bloody and impartial…

[In an interview with Lawrence Ba… Not to the crowded East, Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of a grea… The trammelled mind must move—

Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair - Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the crystal river,

The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…

I poured out a tumbler of Claret, Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight… I paused for a moment to think. I really can’t tell you what made…