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…
Peace without Justice is a low es… A coward cringing to an iron Fate… But Peace through Justice is the… We’ll pay the price of war to make…
I read within a poet’s book A word that starred the page: “Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!” Yes, that is true; and something m…
Wordsworth, thy music like a river… Among the mountains, and thy song… By living springs far up the water… No whirling flood nor parching dro… The crystal current: even on the s…
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
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,
I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, “Go out,” I said, “and learn the… Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again:
The heavenly hills of Holland,— How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue and purple hollows,
'Tis fine to see the Old World an… Among the famous palaces and citie… To admire the crumblyh castles and… But now I think I’ve had enough o… So it’s home again, and home again…
If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God… Hearts unfold like flowers before… Melt the clouds of sin and sadness… Giver of immortal gladness, fill u… All Thy works with joy surround T…
Like a long arrow through the dark… Bearing me far away, after a perfe… Wakeful with all the sad—sweet mem… I lift the narrow window—shade and… Lonely the land unknown, and like…
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…
“Do you give thanks for this? —or… No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, wit… As one, two, three, and four, —tha…
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bi… The murmuring wind in the poplar—t… Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones,