‘Now that is after my own heart,’ The Poet cried; 'one understands Your swarthy hero Scanderbeg, Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg, And skilled in every warlike art,

Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet… To all that gladdens the fair eart… That watched her being; the matern… That kept and nourished her; and t… That steals from our own thoughts,…

‘Yes, well your story pleads the c… Of those dumb mouths that have no… Only a cry from each to each In its own kind, with its own laws… Something that is beyond the reach

To gallop off to town post-haste, So oft, the times I cannot tell; To do vile deed, nor feel disgrace… Friar Lubin will do it well. But a sober life to lead,

One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:— “Where are the kings, and where th… Of those who once the world posses… ”They’re gone with all their pomp…

IT was the month of May. Far dow… Past the Ohio shore and past the… Into the golden stream of the broa… Floated a cumbrous boat, that was… It was a band of exiles: a raft, a…

Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit wi… And the steersman drop idly his ha… Ever, ever to westward! There mus… If it but lie distinct, luminous l… Trust to the God that leads thee,…

Among the many lives that I have… None I remember more serene and s… More rounded in itself and more co… Than his, who lies beneath this fu… These pines, that murmur in low mo…

A GADARENE. He hath escaped, hath plucked his… And broken his fetters; always nig… Is in the mountains here, and in t… Crying aloud, and cutting himself…

In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy’s paper kite. In broad daylight, yesterday,

In the market—place of Bruges sta… Thrice consumed and thrice rebuild… town. As the summer morn was breaking, o… And the world threw off the darkne…

A vision as of crowded city street… With human life in endless overflo… Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets… To battle; clamor, in obscure retr… Of sailors landed from their ancho…

Three miles extended around the fi… Valleys and mountains and hills, b… Birch woods crowned the summits, b… Flourished the golden corn, and ma… Lakes, full many in number, their…

On the gray sea-sands King Olaf stands, Northward and seaward He points with his hands. With eddy and whirl

Leafless are the trees; their purp… Spread themselves abroad, like ree… Rising silent In the Red Sea of the winter suns… From the hundred chimneys of the v…