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…

Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…

The glory of ships is an old, old… since the days when the sea—rovers… In their open boats through the ro… and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on t…

'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…

Sometimes short stories are brought together like parcels in a basket. Sometimes they grow together like blossoms on a bush. Then, of course, they really belong to one another, because ...

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…

The heavenly hills of Holland,— How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue and purple hollows,

Heart of France for a hundred yea… Passionate, sensitive, proud, and… Quick to throb with her hopes and… Fierce to flame with her sense of… You, who hailed with a morning son…

What hast thou done, O womanhood… Mother and daughter, sister, sweet… What hast thou done, amid this fat… To prove the pride of thine inheri… In this fair land of freedom and r…

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.

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...

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…

They who tread the path of labor f… They who work without complaining,… Nevermore thou needest seek me; I… Raise the stone, and thou shalt fi… Where the many toil together, ther…

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…

Oh, quick to feel the lightest tou… Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart,