I think that, next to your sweet e… And pleasant books, and starry ski… I love the world of flowers; Less for their beauty of a day, Than for the tender things they sa…

Faint falls the gentle voice of pr… In the wild sounds that fill the a… Yet, Lord, we know that voice is… Not less than if Thy throne it st… Thine ear, thou tender One, is ca…

A fairy ring Drawn in the crimson of a battle-p… From whose weird circle every loat… And sight and sound of pain Are banished, while about it in th…

Let the boy have his will! I tel… We treat these little ones too muc… Training them, in blind selfishnes… Sticks of our poor setting, when t… If left to clamber where themselve…

My gentle friend! I hold no creed… As that which dares to teach that… For battle only, and that in this… The soul, if it would burn with st… Must needs forsooth be kindled by…

How grace this hallowed day? Shall happy bells, from yonder anc… Send their glad greetings to each… Round which the children play? Alas! for many a moon,

Sleep sweetly in your humble grave… Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause; Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause. In seeds of laurel in the earth

My babe! my tiny babe! my only bab… My single rose-bud in a crown of t… My lamp that in that narrow hut of… Whence I looked forth upon a nigh… Burned with the lustre of the moon…

Not to win thy favor, maiden, not… Have I ever sought thy presence,… Thou wast but a wildering problem,… Make it matter for my note-book, o… So, I daily conned thee over, thi…

I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitt… Her neck bent like a swan’s, her b… On some sweet poem—his, I think,… |Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no… Flashed from the dainty fingers, w…

Too long, O Spirit of Storm, Thy lightning sleeps in its sheath… I am sick to the soul of yon palli… And the moveless sea beneath. Come down in thy strength on the d…

Grief dies like joy; the tears upo… Will disappear like dew. Dear Go… Thy kindly Providence hath made i… And thank thee for the law. I am… To make a friend of Sorrow, or to…

I know not why, but ev’n to me My songs seem sweet when read to t… Perhaps in this the pleasure lies… I read my thoughts within thine ey… And so dare fancy that my art

We scarce, O God! could lisp thy… When those who loved us passed awa… And left us but thy love to claim, With but an infant’s strength to p… Thou gav’st that Refuge and that…

It is a place whither I’ve often… For peace, and found it, secret, h… A beautiful recess in neighboring… Trees of the soberest hues, thick-… Arch it o’erhead and column it aro…