IN the hushed hours of night, whe… I hear the strange cry of the lone… Who Chants, without ceasing, that… Of which the sole burden is still,… And why should I whip him? Strang…

In the far-off Polar seas, Far beyond the Hebrides, Where the icebergs, towering high, Seem to pierce the wintry sky, And the fur-clad Esquimaux

FLORENCE wears an added grace, All her earlier honors crowning; Dante’s birthplace, Art’s fair ho… Holds the dust of Barrett Brownin… Guardian of the noble dead

It is the year’s high noon, The earth sweet incense yields, And o’er the fresh, green fields Bends the clear sky of June. I leave the crowded streets,

Thirty years have come and gone, Melting away like Southern Snows, Since, in the light of a summer’s… I went to the garden to seek my R… Mine! Do you hear it, silver moon…

Friar Anselmo (God’s grace may he… Committed one sad day a deadly sin… Which being done he drew back, sel… From the rebuking presence of the… And, kneeling down, besought, with…

‘Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chi… When I want her most she’s out of… Child, you’re running a long accou… Up, to be squared on Judgment-day… ‘Where have you been? and what hav…

I wrote my name upon the sand, And trusted it would stand for aye… But, soon, alas! the refluent sea Had washed my feeble lines away. I carved my name upon the wood,

’Tis just three months and eke a d… Since in the meadows, raking hay, On looking up I chanced to see The manor’s lord, young Arnold Le… With a loose hand on the rein,

My Charlie has gone to the war, My Charlie so brave and tall; He left his plough in the furrow, And flew at his country’s call. May God in safety keep him,-

Fair Harvard, the months have acc… And a year stands full-orbed and c… Since last at thy summons, with du… Thy children sat here at thy feet. Since last in thy presence, grown…

I am glad that you have come, Arthur, from the dusty town; You must throw aside your cares, And relax your legal frown. Coke and Littleton, avaunt!

One golden summer day, Along the forest-way, Young Colin passed with blithesom… His locks with careless grace Rimmed round his handsome face

There’s a fountain of Fable whose… Time’s ravages all could repair, And replace the bowed form and the… The wrinkles and silvery hair, By the brown flowing locks and the…

Fair Harvard, dear guide of our y… At thy name all our hearts own a t… We turn from life’s highways, its… We are boys in thy tutelage still. And the warm blood of youth to our…