The Master stood upon the mount,… He saw a fire in his disciples’ ey… “The old law,” they cried, “is who… Behold the new world rise!” “Was it,” the Lord then said, “wi…

The evening comes, the fields are… The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown plain, Silent the swaths! the ringing wai…

Even in a palace, life may be led… So spake the imperial sage, purest… Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling… Of common life, where, crowded up… Our freedom for a little bread we…

We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart reside… The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight will…

GOD knows it, I am with you. If… Those virtues, priz’d and practis’… But priz’d, but lov’d, but eminent… Man’s fundamental life: if to desp… The barren optimistic sophistries

Hark! ah, the nightingale— The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what… What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore,

Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; a… The sunshine in the happy glens is… And by the sea, and in the brakes.

“Miserere, Domine! The words are utter’d, and they flee. Deep is their penitential moan, Mighty their pathos, but ’tis gone. They have declared the spirit’s sore Sore load, and words ca...

WHO taught this pleading to unpra… Who hid such import in an infant’s… Who lent thee, child, this meditat… What clouds thy forehead, and fore… Lo! sails that gleam a moment and…

AS the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters

TRISTRAM Raise the light, my Page, that I… Thou art come at last then, haught… Long I’ve waited, long I’ve fough… Late thou comest, cruel thou hast…

How changed is here each spot man… In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps… The village street its haunted man… And from the sign is gone Sibylla… And from the roofs the twisted chi…

Before man parted for this earthly… While yet upon the verge of heaven… God put a heap of letters in his h… And bade him make with them what w… And man has turn’d them many times…

Children (as such forgive them) ha… Ever in their own eager pastime be… To make the incurious bystander, i… On his own swarming thoughts, an i… Too fearful or too fond to play al…

“Yourselves and your fellows ye know not; and me, The mateless, the one, will ye know? Will ye scan me, and read me, and tell Of the thoughts that ferment in my breast, My longing, my s...