I HEARD the bells on Christmas… Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…

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

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and… Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know no… Are full of trouble and full of ca… To stay at home is best.

Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat prou… In her chamber, that looked over m… Heart’s dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? The floor with tassels of fir was…

(Canto XXIII.) Even as a bird, ‘mid the beloved l… Quiet upon the nest of her sweet b… Throughout the night, that hideth… Who, that she may behold their lon…

King Christian stood by the lofty… In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, Through Gothic helm and brain it… Then sank each hostile hulk and ma…

One summer morning, when the sun w… Weary with labor in his garden-plo… On a rude bench beneath his cottag… Ser Federigo sat among the leaves Of a huge vine, that, with its arm…

The holiest of all holidays are th… Kept by ourselves in silence and a… The secret anniversaries of the he… When the full river of feeling ove… The happy days unclouded to their…

Safe at anchor in Drontheim bay King Olaf’s fleet assembled lay, And, striped with white and blue, Downward fluttered sail and banner… As alights the screaming lanner;

Whene’er a noble deed is wrought, Whene’er is spoken a noble thought… Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls

From this high portal, where upspr… The rose to touch our hands in pla… We at a glance behold three things… The Sea, the Town, and the Highw… And the Sea says: My shipwrecks f…

In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times,

Listen, my children, and you shall… Of the midnight ride of Paul Reve… On the eighteenth of April, in Se… Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and…

The hour was late; the fire burned… The Landlord’s eyes were closed i… And near the story’s end a deep, Sonorous sound at times was heard, As when the distant bagpipes blow.

Sadly as some old mediaeval knight Gazed at the arms he could no long… The sword two-handed and the shini… Suspended in the hall, and full in… While secret longings for the lost…