Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day, While kneeling at the altar’s foot… Alone with God, as was his pious… Heard from without a miserable voi… A sound which seemed of all sad th…

WITH a cold and wintry noon-ligh… On its roofs and steeples shed, Shadows weaving with t e sunlight From the gray sky overhead, Broadly, vaguely, all around me, l…

How strange to greet, this frosty… In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, bor… Of sunshine and of showers! How well the conscious wood retain…

Blossom and greenness, making all The winter birthday tropical, And the plain Quaker parlors gay, Have gone from bracket, stand, and… We saw them fade, and droop, and f…

The river hemmed with leaning tree… Wound through its meadows green; A low, blue line of mountains show… The open pines between. One sharp, tall peak above them al…

LOOK on him! through his dungeon… Feebly and cold, the morning light Comes stealing round him, dim and… As if it loathed the sight. Reclining on his strawy bed,

'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…

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

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead… That all of thee we loved and cher… Has with thy summer roses perished… And left, as its young beauty fled… An ashen memory in its stead,

Traveller! on thy journey toiling By the swift Powow, With the summer sunshine falling On thy heated brow, Listen, while all else is still,

NOW, joy and thanks forevermore! The dreary night has wellnigh pass… The slumbers of the North are o’e… The Giant stands erect at last! More than we hoped in that dark ti…

Hands off! thou tithe-fat plundere… No trick of priestcraft here! Back, puny lordling! darest thou l… A hand on Elliott’s bier? Alive, your rank and pomp, as dust…

I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wo… Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow

WHEN Freedom, on her natal day, Within her war-rocked cradle lay, An iron race around her stood, Baptized her infant brow in blood; And, through the storm which round…

He comes,– he comes,– the Frost S… You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted… And the brown hill’s withered brow… He has smitten the leaves of the g…