I saw two sowers in Life’s field… To whom came one in angel guise an… “Is it for labour that a man is bo… Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat… Then gladly one forsook his task u…

One spake amid the nations, “Let… From darkening with strife the fai… We who are great in war be great i… No longer let us plead the cause b… But from a million British graves…

There stands a hostel by a travell… Life is the road and Death the wo… Each guest he greets, nor ever lac… “How have ye fared?” They answer… “This lodging place is other than…

My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my slan… Wherefore the Gods forbade that I… The peace of death. Men pass my grave, and say, “'Twe…

Scarlet coats, and crash o’ the ba… The grey of a pauper’s gown, A soldier’s grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town. My little lad for a soldier boy,

“It fell on a day, that he went ou… And he said unto his father, My h… Carry him to his mother. And . .… and then died. And she went up, a… And shut the door upon him and wen…

The day is past and the toilers ce… The land grows dim 'mid the shadow… And hearts are glad, for the dark… At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering…

Ye have sung me your songs, ye hav… (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me… (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash i…

He wrought in poverty, the dull gr… But with the night his little lamp… Was bright with battle flame, or t… Of smoke that stung his eyes he he… Of Bluecher’s guns; he shared Alm…

If night should come and find me a… When all Life’s day I had, tho’ f… And shallow furrows, cleft in ston… Were all my labour: Shall I coun… If only one poor gleaner, weak of…

“Sleep, weary ones, while ye may— Sleep, oh, sleep!” Eugene Field. Thro’ May time blossoms, with whi… The soft wind sang to the dead bel…

Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid… Be comforted! No grief of night… Against the joys that throng thy c… Sleep, little heart!

Here all the day she swings from t… Here all night long she tugs a rus… A masterless hulk that was a ship… Yet unashamed: her memories remai… It was Nelson in the 'Captain’,…

“What I spent I had; what I save… But yesterday the tourney, all the… The waving of the banners, and the… The clash of sword and harness, an… To-night begin the silence and the…

Beneath her window in the fragrant… I half forget how truant years hav… Since I looked up to see her cham… Or catch, perchance, her slender s… Upon the casement; but the nodding…