O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

The old Chief, feeling now wellni… Called his two eldest children to… And gave them, in few words, his p… ‘My son and daughter, me ye see no… The happy hunting-grounds await me…

O’er the wet sands an insect crept Ages ere man on earth was known— And patient Time, while Nature sl… The slender tracing turned to ston… ’T was the first autograph: and ou…

It don’t seem hardly right, John, When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John,— Your cousin, tu, John Bull! Ole Uncle S., sez he, “I guess

Once git a smell o’ musk into a dr… An’ it clings hold like precerdent… Your gra’ma’am put it there,—when,… To jes this—worldify her Sunday-c… But the old chist wun’t sarve her…

As one who, from the sunshine and… Enters the solid darkness of a cav… Nor knows what precipice or pit un… May yawn before him with its sudde… And, with hushed breath, doth ofte…

Thy love thou sendest oft to me, And still as oft I thrust it back… Thy messengers I could not see In those who everything did lack, The poor, the outcast and the blac…

THE snow had begun in the gloamin… And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock

This little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thin… For, once, its white and drooping… Could see its shadow in the Rhine… Perchance some fair-haired German…

The moon shines white and silent On the mist, which, like a tide Of some enchanted ocean, O’er the wide marsh doth glide, Spreading its ghost-like billows

I cannot say a scene is fair Because it is beloved of thee But I shall love to linger there, For sake of thy dear memory; I would not be so coldly just

Untremulous in the river clear, Toward the sky’s image, hangs the… So still the air that I can hear The slender clarion of the unseen… Out of the stillness, with a gathe…

As, cleansed of Tiber’s and Obliv… Glow Farnesina’s vaults with shap… That dreamed some exiled artist fr… Back to his Athens and the Muse’s… So these world-orphaned waifs of…

Gone, gone from us! and shall we s… Those sibyl-leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore? Those deep, dark eyes so warm and… Wherein the fortunes of the man