It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took

I have a vague remembrance Of a story, that is told In some ancient Spanish legend Or chronicle of old. It was when brave King Sanchez

Simon Danz has come home again, From cruising about with his bucca… He has singed the beard of the Ki… And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers.

The night is come, but not too soo… And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heav…

Othere, the old sea-captain, Who dwelt in Helgoland, To King Alfred, the Lover of Tru… Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth, Which he held in his brown right h…

“Honor be to Mudjekeewis!” Cried the warriors, cried the old… When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred Belt of Wampum, From the regions of the North-Win…

In the old churchyard of his nativ… And in the ancestral tomb beside t… We laid him in the sleep that come… And left him to his rest and his r… The snow was falling, as if Heave…

Let him who will, by force or frau… Of courtly grandeurs gain the slip… I, leaving not the home of my deli… Far from the world and noise will… Then, without pomps or perils of t…

Shepherd! who with thine amorous s… Hast broken the slumber that encom… Who mad’st thy crook from the accu… On which thy powerful arms were st… Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fo…

In the heroic days when Ferdinand And Isabella ruled the Spanish la… And Torquemada, with his subtle b… Ruled them, as Grand Inquisitor o… In a great castle near Valladolid…

On the gray sea-sands King Olaf stands, Northward and seaward He points with his hands. With eddy and whirl

O Traveller, stay thy weary feet; Drink of this fountain, pure and s… It flows for rich and poor the sam… Then go thy way, remembering still The wayside well beneath the hill,

Four by the clock! and yet not day… But the great world rolls and whee… With its cities on land, and its s… Into the dawn that is to be! Only the lamp in the anchored bark

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…

Little sweet wine of Jurançon, You are dear to my memory still! With mine host and his merry song, Under the rose-tree I drank my fi… Twenty years after, passing that w…