'TIS over, Moses! All is lost! I hear the bells a-ringing; Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host I hear the Free-Wills singing.* We’re routed, Moses, horse and fo…

. GIFT from the cold and silent Pa… A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand,

The Eagle, stooping from yon snow… For the wild hunter and the Bison… In the changed world below; and fi… Their graven semblance in the eter…

In trance and dream of old, God’s… The casting down of thrones. Thou… The hot Sardinian coast-line, haz… Where, fringing round Caprera’s r… With foam, the slow waves gather a…

A cloud, like that the old-time H… On Carmel prophesying rain, began To lift itself o’er wooded Cardig… Growing and blackening. Suddenly,… Of chill wind menaced; then a stro…

In sky and wave the white clouds s… And the blue hills of Nottingham Through gaps of leafy green Across the lake were seen, When, in the shadow of the ash

Dry the tears for holy Eva, With the blessed angels leave her; Of the form so soft and fair Give to earth the tender care. For the golden locks of Eva

HE had bowed down to drunkenness, An abject worshipper: The pride of manhood’s pulse had g… Too faint and cold to stir; And he had given his spirit up

The subtle power in perfume found Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learne… On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound No censer idly burned. That power the old-time worships k…

We had been wandering for many day… Through the rough northern country… The sunset, with its bars of purpl… Like a new heaven, shine upward fr… Of Winnepiseogee; and had felt

‘BRING out your dead!’ The midn… Heard and gave back the hoarse, lo… Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet… Glanced through the dark the coars… Her coffin and her pall.

Still sits the school-house by the… A ragged beggar sleeping; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry-vines are creeping. Within, the master’s desk is seen,

FROM gold to gray Our mild sweet day Of Indian Summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea

I need not ask thee, for my sake, To read a book which well may make Its way by native force of wit Without my manual sign to it. Its piquant writer needs from me