THE winding way the serpent takes The mystic water took, From where, to count its beaded la… The forest sped its brook. A narrow space 'twixt shore and sh…

Our vales are sweet with fern and… Our hills are maple-crowned; But not from them our fathers chos… The village burying-ground. The dreariest spot in all the land

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…

“ALL ready?” cried the captain; “Ay, ay!” the seamen said; “Heave up the worthless lubbers,— The dying and the dead.” Up from the slave-ship’s prison

From purest wells of English unde… None deeper drank than he, the Ne… Who in the language of their farm-… The wit and wisdom of New England… Shaming a monstrous wrong. The wo…

Have I not voyaged, friend belove… On the great waters of the unsound… Momently listening with suspended… For the low rote of waves upon a s… Changeless as heaven, where never…

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…

Make, for he loved thee well, our… From wave and shore a low and long… For him, whose last look sought th… The unknown way from which no step… And ye, O ancient pine-trees, at…

Climbing a path which leads back n… We heard behind his footsteps and… Now, face to face, we greet him st… Upon the lonely summit of Foursco… Welcome to us, o’er whom the lengt…

Here is the place; right over the… Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wal… And the stepping-stones in the sha… There is the house, with the gate…

No aimless wanderers, by the fiend… Goaded from shore to shore; No schoolmen, turning, in their cl… The leaves of empire o’er. Simple of faith, and bearing in th…

Take our hands, James Russell Lo… Our hearts are all thy own; To-day we bid thee welcome Not for ourselves alone. In the long years of thy absence

Maud Muller on a summer’s day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the we… Of simple beauty and rustic health… Singing, she wrought, and her merr…

From the Mahabharata. Before the Ender comes, whose cha… Is swift or slow Disease, lay up… Thy harvests of well-doing, wealth… Nor thieves can take away. When a…

FROM the heart of Waumbek Methn… lake that never fails, Falls the Saco in the green lap o… intervales; There, in wild and virgin freshnes…