In words like weeds, I’ll wrap me… Like coarsest clothes against the… But that large grief which these e… Is given in outline and no more. —TENNYSON.

They called him Mr. What’s-his-na… From where he was, or why he came, Or when, or what he found to do, Nobody in the city knew. He lived, it seemed, shut up alone

The boy lives on our Farm, he’s n… Afeard o’ horses none! An’ he can make 'em lope, er trot, Er rack, er pace, er run. Sometimes he drives two horses, wh…

All hope of rest withdrawn me?— What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me— The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and backward and thither,

You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but little need Of it. Though you may marvel much

‘The voice of One hath spoken, And the bended reed is bruised— The golden bowl is broken, And the silver cord is loosed.’ Over the eyes of gladness

A king—estranged from his loving… By a foolish royal whim— Tired and sick of the dull routine Of matters surrounding him— Issued a mandate in this wise.—

Let us forget. What matters it th… Once reigned o’er happy realms of… And talked of love, and let our vo… And ruled for some brief sessions… What if we sung, or laughed, or we…

Dreamer, say, will you dream for m… A wild sweet dream of a foreign la… Whose border sips of a foaming sea With lips of coral and silver sand… Where warm winds loll on the shady…

I’ve ben thinkin’ back, of late, S’prisin’!—And I’m here to state I’m suspicious it’s a sign Of _age_, maybe, or decline Of my faculties,—and yit

Welladay! Here I lay You at rest—all worn away, O my pencil, to the tip Of our old companionship!

They’s a kind o’ _feel_ in the air… When the Chris’mas-times sets in. That’s about as much of a mystery As ever I’ve run ag’in!— Fer instunce, now, whilse I gain…

The Hired Man Talks There’s old man Willards; an’ his… An’ Marg’et—S’repty’s sister—; an… There’s me—an’ I’m the hired man; An’ Tomps McClure, you better ye…

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and… path but as wild adventure led him… horse, and took off his saddle and… unlaced his helm, and ungirdled hi… his shield before the cross.—Age o…

I have jest about decided It 'ud keep a _town-boy_ hoppin’ Fer to work all winter, choppin’ Fer a’ old fire-place, like _I_ d… Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy…