From Mr. Hosea Biglow To The Ho… This kind o’ sogerin’ aint a mite… A chap could clear right out from… An’ th’ Cunnles, tu, could kiver… An’ send the insines skootin’ to t…

Such was he, our Martyr-Chief, Whom late the Nation he had led, With ashes on her head, Wept with the passion of an angry… Forgive me, if from present things…

IMPRESSIONS OF HOMER Sometimes come pauses of calm, whe… Over his deep mind muses, as when… Poises a heapt cloud luridly, ripe… Slow rolls onward the verse with a…

The rich man’s son inherits lands, And piles of brick and stone, and… And he inherits soft white hands, And tender flesh that fears the co… Nor dares to wear a garment old;

Along a riverside, I know not whe… I walked one night in mystery of d… A chill creeps curdling yet beneat… To think what chanced me by the pa… Of a moon-wraith that waned throug…

Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, One Sundy mornin’ 'greed to go Agunnin’ soon 'z the bells wuz don… And meetin’ finally begun, So’st no one wouldn’t be about

May is a pious fraud of the almana… A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed wi… Or if, o’er-confident, she trust t… And, with her handful of anemones,

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…

A FRAGMENT Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast Of bisons the far prairie shaking, The notes crowd heavily and fast As surfs, one plunging while the l…

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

I spose you recollect thet I expl… In the last billet thet I writ, '… Jest arter I’d a kin’ o’ ben spon… To run unannermously fer the Pres… O’ course it worn’t no wish o’ min…

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,

I thought our love at full, but I… Joy’s wreath drooped o’er mine eye… That sorrow in our happy world mus… Love’s deepest spokesman and inter… But, as a mother feels her child f…

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…

A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim’s scrip for me, For Christ’s sweet sake and chari… A little of thy steadfastness,