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…

YES, faith is a goodly anchor; When skies are sweet as a psalm, At the bows it lolls so stalwart, In bluff, broad-shouldered calm. And when over breakers to leeward

I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli… The electric nerve, whose instanta… Makes next-door gossips of the ant… Confutes poor Hope’s last fallacy… The distance that divided her from…

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…

When a deed is done for Freedom,… Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, tr… And the slave, where’er he cowers,… To the awful verge of manhood, as… Of the century bursts full-blossom…

Our love is not a fading earthly f… Its wingèd seed dropped down from… And, nursed by day and night, by s… Doth momently to fresher beauty ri… To us the leafless autumn is not b…

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…

An ass munched thistles, while a n… From passion’s fountain flooded al… ‘Hee-haw!’ cried he, ‘I hearken,’… For such ear-largess humble thanks… ‘Friend,’ said the winged pain, ‘i…

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

Luck, my dear Norton, still makes… To mix a mortal with her gifts, Which he may find who duly sifts. Sweets to the sweet,—behold the cl… Why not, then, new things to the g…

I would more natures were like thi… That never casts a glance before, Thou Hebe, who thy heart’s bright… So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,

Opening one day a book of mine, I absent, Hester found a line Praised with a pencil-mark, and th… She left transfigured with a kiss. When next upon the page I chance,

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,

One kiss from all others prevents… And sets all my pulses astir, And burns on my lips and torments… ’Tis the kiss that I fain would g… One kiss for all others requites m…

And what is so rare as a day in J… Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be… And over it softly her warm ear la… Whether we look, or whether we lis…