As Life’s unending column pours, Two marshalled hosts are seen,­ Two armies on the trampled shores That Death flows black between. One marches to the drum-beat’s rol…

Yes, dear Enchantress, - wanderin… In realms unperfumed by the breath… Where flowers ill-flavored shed th… And bitterest roots invade the ung… Whose gems are crystals from the…

PRECISELY. I see it. You all… That a tear is too sad and a laugh… You could stand a faint smile, you… But you value your ribs, and you d… And why at our feast of the claspi…

Is man’s the only throbbing heart… The silent spring that feeds its w… Speak from thy caverns, mystery-br… Tell the half-hinted story of thy… And calm the noisy champions who h…

‘While stands the Coliseum, Rome… When falls the Coliseum, Rome sha… FULL sevenscore years our city’s… The comely Southern spire— Has cast its shadow, and defied

I sometimes sit beneath a tree And read my own sweet songs; Though naught they may to others b… Each humble line prolongs A tone that might have passed away

WHERE is this patriarch you are… Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many a joyous m… In days long vanished,—is he still… Or changed by years, forgotten and…

DANVERS, 1866 BANKRUPT! our pockets inside o… Empty of words to speak his praise… Worcester and Webster up the spou… Dead broke of laudatory phrases!

NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing t… Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green,

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.

YON whey-faced brother, who delig… A weedy flux of ill-conditioned ha… Seems of the sort that in a crowde… One elbows freely into smallest sp… A timid creature, lax of knee and…

HIS TEMPTATION No fear lest praise should make us… We know how cheaply that is won; The idle homage of the crowd Is proof of tasks as idly done.

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?

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…

TO J. L. MOTLEY YES, we knew we must lose him,—th… To blend her green leaves with the… Though fondly, at parting, we call… 'T is the whisper of love when the…