If Might made Right, life were a… If Right made Might, this were th… But now, until we win the long cam… Right must gain Might to conquer…

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in… Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morn… Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the go…

This is the soldier brave enough t… The glory—dazzled world that `war… Lover of peace, he looks beyond th… And rides through hell to save his…

'T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful jo… And while with white Undine I wep…

When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting

Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest—gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where the light of life has fled,

Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…

In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before… Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness…

There are three vines that belong to the ancient forest. Elsewhere they will not grow, though the soil prepared for them be never so rich, the shade of the arbour built for them never s...

The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting sno… It seemed as if the earth would st… Forever where the tide was low, In sodden green and watery gray.

Ah, who will tell me, in these lea… Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, —the dear des… Of every heart that longs For bloom, and fragrance, and the…

If I have erred in showing all my… And lost your favour by a lack of… If standing like a beggar at your… With naked feet, I have forgot th… Of those who bargain well in passi…

Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and… Where the crested billows plunge a… Long—winged, tireless roamers and…

Long had I loved this “Attic shap… Of marble maidens round this urn d… But when your golden voice began t… The empty urn was filled with Chi…