To-day’s most trivial act may hold… Of future fruitfulness, or future… Oh, cherish always every word and… The simplest record of thyself hat… If thou hast ever slighted one old…

And if I ask thee for a kiss, I ask no more than this sweet bree… With far less title to the bliss, Steals every minute at his ease. And yet how placid is thy brow!

Written in Illustration of a Tabl… Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long… My own dead mother gazed upon my f… As I stood blushing near in brida… I had not half her beauty and her…

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…

So, they are dead! Love! when th… From thee to me, our fingers met; O withered darlings of the May! I feel those fairy fingers yet. And for the bliss ye brought me th…

Rich in red honors, that upon him… As lightly as the Summer dews Fall where he won his fame beneath… Of tropic Vera Cruz; Bold scorner of the cant that has…

Were I the poet-laureate of the f… Who in a rose-leaf finds too broad… Or could I, like your beautiful c… Sing with free heart and happy, in… Perhaps I might within this littl…

Two armies stand enrolled beneath The banner with the starry wreath; One, facing battle, blight and bla… Through twice a hundred fields has… Its deeds against a ruffian foe,

Somewhere on this earthly planet In the dust of flowers to be, In the dewdrop, in the sunshine, Sleeps a solemn day for me. At this wakeful hour of midnight

O lady! if, until this hour, I’ve gazed in those bewildering ey… Yet never owned their touching pow… But when thou couldst not hear my… It has not been that love has slep…

Lily! lady of the garden! Let me press my lip to thine! Love must tell its story, Lily! Listen thou to mine. Two I choose to know the secret—

Whose was the hand that painted th… In the false aspect of a ruthless… Despair and sorrow waiting on thy… O gentle Power! who could have wr… Thou rather shouldst be crowned wi…

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…

True Christian, tender husband, g… A stricken household mourns thee,… Is Heaven’s gain and thine; upon… God hangs the crown, the pinion, a… And thou hast won them all. Coul…

The rain is plashing on my sill, But all the winds of Heaven are s… And so it falls with that dull sou… Which thrills us in the church-yar… When the first spadeful drops like…