The Deed of Blood is o’er! And, hark, the Trumpet’s mournful… Low murmurs round it a Note of De… The Mighty are no more! How solemn slow that distant Groa…

How sweet it were, if without feeb… Or dying of the dreadful beauteous… An angel came to us, and we could… To see him issue from the silent a… At evening in our room, and bend o…

Death is a road our dearest friend… Why with such leaders, fear to say… Its gate repels, lest it too soon… But turns in balm on the immortal… Mothers have passed it: fathers, c…

Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as… : And whistles and songs as words. Up they were with the earliest sig…

I have been reading Pomfret’s “Ch… A pretty kind of—sort of—kind of t… Not much a verse, and poem none at… Yet, as they say, extremely natura… And yet I know not. There’s an ar…

It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe inc… Awoke one night from a deep dream… And saw, within the moonlight in h… Making it rich, and like a lily in… An angel writing in a book of gold…

Huzza, my boys! our friends the D… Our good old friends, and burst th… Aye, and have done it without bloo… Like men, to sense as well as free… The moment, I’ll be sworn, that O…

Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large than he. They sent against him twenty men,

’Tis well you think me truly one o… Whose sense discerns the lovelines… For surely as I feel the bird tha… Behind the leaves, or dawn as it u… Or the rich bee rejoicing as he go…

Green little vaulter in the sunny… Catching your heart up at the feel… Sole voice that’s heard amidst the… When even the bees lag at the summ… And you, warm little housekeeper,…

King Francis was a hearty king, a… And one day as his lions fought, s… The nobles filled the benches, and… And 'mongst them sat the Count de… And truly ’twas a gallant thing to…

It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…

SLEEP breathes at last from out… My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day’s annoy. I sit me down, and think

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic… Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep u… Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter,