O poet! above all men blest, Take heed that thus thou store the… Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever… Sweet birds (upon how sweet a nest… Watchfully brooding o’er them.

My heart, I cannot still it, Nest that had song-birds in it; And when the last shall go, The dreary days to fill it, Instead of lark or linnet,

From the close-shut windows gleams… The night is chilly, the night is… The poplars shiver, the pine-trees… My hair by the autumn breeze is bl… Under thy window I sing alone,

They are slaves who fear to speak, For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choos… Hatred, scoffing and abuse; Rather than in silence shrink,

In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, ‘Take this rose,’ he sighed, 'and… Where there’s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

Ay, pale and silent maiden, Cold as thou liest there, Thine was the sunniest nature That ever drew the air; The wildest and most wayward,

Soldier and statesman, rarest unis… High-poised example of great dutie… Simply as breathing, a world’s hon… As life’s indifferent gifts to all… Dumb for himself, unless it were t…

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…

Whether the idle prisoner through… Watches the waving of the grass-tu… Which, having colonized its rift i… Accepts God’s dole of good or evi… And from the sky’s just helmet dra…

The Maple puts her corals on in M… While loitering frosts about the l… To be in tune with what the robins… Plastering new log-huts 'mid her b… But when the Autumn southward tur…

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…

My coachman, in the moonlight ther… Looks through the sidelight of the… I hear him with his brethren swear… As I could do—but only more. Flattening his nose against the pa…

What were I, Love, if I were str… If thine eyes shut me out whereby… Thou, who unto my calmer soul dost… Knowledge, and Truth, and holy My… Wherein Truth mainly lies for tho…

Where is the true man’s fatherland… Is it where he by chance is born? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanne… Oh yes! his fatherland must be

The century numbers fourscore year… You, fortressed in your teens, To Time’s alarums close your ears… And, while he devastates your peer… Conceive not what he means.