How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the sp… As down to his death in the hollow Dark dungeons of Rome he descende… Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended;

Thus then, much care—worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.

'Hads’t thou stayed, I must have… That is what the Vision said. In his chamber all alone, Kneeling on the floor of stone, Prayed the Monk in deep contritio…

There is a quiet spirit in these w… That dwells where’er the gentle so… Where, underneath the white—thorn,… The wild flowers bloom, or, kissin… The leaves above their sunny palms…

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to low… Comes a pause in the day’s occupat… That is known as the Children’s H… I hear in the chamber above me

‘Nunc plaudite!’ the Student crie… When he had finished; 'now applaud… As Roman actors used to say At the conclusion of a play;? And rose, and spread his hands abr…

O, how blest are ye whose toils ar… Who, through death, have unto God… Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still… We are still as in a dungeon livin…

In the Valley of the Vire Still is seen an ancient mill, With its gables quaint and queer, And beneath the window-sill, On the stone,

Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio s… Cinquecent’ anni giásull’ Arno pi… Il piede, come il suo Michele San… Piantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io r… Lo vedo torcere con flebil suono

O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but pla… Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be! Through every fibre of my brain,

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of St… Sail on, O Union, strong and grea… Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years… Is hanging breathless on thy fate!

Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east—wind was his breath. His lordly ships of ice

Leafless are the trees; their purp… Spread themselves abroad, like ree… Rising silent In the Red Sea of the winter suns… From the hundred chimneys of the v…

FOUR times the sun had risen and… Cheerily called the cock to the sl… Soon o’er the yellow fields, in si… Came from the neighboring hamlets… Driving in ponderous wains their h…

On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell… And, where the maple’s leaf was br… With soft and silent lapse came do… The glory, that the wood receives,