AND can it be you’ve found a plac… Within this consecrated space, That makes so fine a show, For one of Rip Van Winkle’s race… And is it really so?

JANUARY 18, 1856 WHEN life hath run its largest r… Of toil and triumph, joy and woe, How brief a storied page is found To compass all its outward show!

THIRTY-SIXTH VARIATION THIS shred of song you bid me br… Is snatched from fancy’s embers; Ah, when the lips forget to sing, The faithful heart remembers!

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout,

How sweet the sacred legend—if unb… In my slight verse such holy thing… Of Mary’s secret hours of hidden… Silent, but pondering on her wondr… Ave, Maria! Pardon, if I wrong

Cabin Passenger: FRIEND, you seem thoughtful. I… That he who sails the ocean should… I am myself reflective. When I th… Of all this wallowing beast, the…

NOT with the anguish of hearts th… Come we as mourners to weep for ou… Grief in our breasts has grown wea… Green is the turf where our tears… While o’er their marbles the mosse…

O Love Divine, that stooped to sh… Our sharpest pang, our bitterest t… On Thee we cast each earth-born c… We smile at pain while Thou art n… Though long the weary way we tread…

H. W. L. PRIDE of the sister realm so lon… We claim with her that spotless fa… White as her snow and fragrant as… Ours was thy birthplace, but in ev…

ON HIS RETURN FROM SO… AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS… STARS OF THE SOUTHER… ONCE more Orion and the sister… Look on thee from the skies that h…

(Bar Harbor) From this fair home behold on eith… The restful mountains or the restl… So the warm sheltering walls of li… Time and its tides from still eter…

I LIKE, at times, to hear the st… With sober thoughts impressively t… But sometimes, too, I rather like… To hear the music of the sleigh be… I like full well the deep resoundi…

OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I’d rather laugh, a bright-haired… Than reign, a gray-beard king. Off with the spoils of wrinkled ag…

Now, by the blessed Paphian queen… Who heaves the breast of sweet six… By every name I cut on bark Before my morning star grew dark; By Hymen’s torch, by Cupid’s dart…

A PROLOGUE? Well, of course t… I have my doubts. No matter,—here… What is a Prologue? Let our Tuto… Pro means beforehand; logos stands… 'T is like the harper’s prelude on…