Fall, fall, ye mighty temples to t… Not in your sculptured rise Is the real exercise Of human nature’s brightest power… ’Tis in the lofty hope, the daily…

’Tis a strange mystery, the power… Life is in them, and death. A wor… The crimson colour hurrying to the… Hurrying with many meanings; or ca… The current cold and deadly to the…

LITTLE the present careth for t… Too little’€”'tis not well! For careless ones we dwell Beneath the mighty shadow it has c… Its blessings are around our daily…

FIRST FAIRY. MY home and haunt are in every le… Whose life is a summer day, bright… I live in the depths of the tulip’… I wear a wreath of the cistus flow…

AND there the island lay, the wav… Had never known a storm; for the n… Was charm’d from coming, and the o… That blew brought sunshine on thei… Or tones of music from the sparry…

SHE is yet a child in years, Twelve springs are on her face, Yet in her slender form appears The woman’s perfect grace. Her silken hair, that glossy black…

IS there a spot where Pity’s foot… Although unsandalled, fears to tre… A silence where her voice is mute, Where tears, and only tears, are s… It is the desolated home

THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England’s noblest memories… Of old historic hours. Vast, shadowy, dark, and indistinc…

A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with pride; It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied. And yet how many weary hours

GATHER her raven hair in one ri… Let the white champac light it, as… Gives to the dusky night a sudden… Shining afar. Shed fragrant oils upon her fragra…

WHY did she love her mother’s so? It hath wrought her wondrous wo. Once she saw an armed knight In the pale sepulchral light; When the sullen starbeams throw

HOW deep within each human heart, A thousand treasured feelings lie; Things precious, delicate, apart, Too sensitive for human eye. Our purest feelings, and our best,

IT was a king in Africa, He had an only son; And none of Europe’s crowned king… Could have a dearer one. With good cane arrows five feet lo…

IT is Christmas, and the sunshine Lies golden on the fields, And flowers of white and purple Yonder fragrant creeper yields. Like the plumes of some bold warri…

DEAD!'€”it was like a thunderbol… To hear that he was dead; Though for long weeks the words of… Came from his dying bed; Yet hope denied, and would deny’€”