FAREWELL, for the bark has her… And the rough arms of Ocean are s… The winds from the mountain stream… One clasp of the hand, then away a… I see the tall mast as it rocks by…

PHI BETA KAPPA, JUNE 26, 1… THE Caliph ordered up his cook, And, scowling with a fearful look That meant,—We stand no gammon,— ‘To-morrow, just at two,’ he said,

For a Temperance dinner to which… Invited (new York Mercantile libr… November, 1842) A health to dear woman! She bids… From the cup it encircles, the fas…

1630 ALL overgrown with bush and fern, And straggling clumps of tangled t… With trunks that lean and boughs t… Bent eastward by the mastering bre…

SUNG BY THE CONGREGA… TALLIS’S EVENING HYMN O’ERSHADOWED by the walls tha… Piled up in air by living hands, A rock amid the waves of time,

THE Banker’s dinner is the state… The town has heard of for a year,… The sparry lustres shed their broa… Damask and silver catch and spread… The florist’s triumphs crown the d…

IN THE ATHENIEUM GALLERY IT may be so,—perhaps thou hast A warm and loving heart; I will not blame thee for thy face… Poor devil as thou art.

PHI BETA KAPPA SOCIETY, 1… I WAS thinking last night, as I… With the charmingest prospect of c… Next Thursday is—bless me!—how ha… If that cannibal president calls u…

As Clemence! when I saw thee last Trip down the Rue de Seine, And turning, when thy form had pas… I said, ‘We meet again,’— I dreamed not in that idle glance

W. W. SWAIN BEHOLD—not him we knew! This was the prison which his soul… Tender, and brave, and true. His voice no more is heard;

THE house was crammed from roof t… Heads piled on heads at every door… Half dead with August’s seething… I crowded on and found my seat, My patience slightly out of joint,

INTRA MUROS THE sunbeams, lost for half a yea… Slant through my pane their mornin… For dry northwesters cold and clea… The east blows in its thin blue ha…

OUR Father! while our hearts unl… The creeds that wrong thy name, Still let our hallowed altars burn With Faith’s undying flame! Not by the lightning-gleams of wra…

THE folks, that on the first of… Wore winter coats and hose, Began to say, the first of June, ‘Good Lord! how hot it grows!’ At last two Fahrenheits blew up,

THERE was a giant in time of old… A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was a scold… So he kept her shut in his mammoth… And he had children three.