Is it the world, or my eyes, that… I see not the grace that I used t… In the meadow-brook whose song was… In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs slower—its song see…

This is the place that I love the… A little brown house, like a groun… Hid among grasses, and vines, and… Summer retreat of the birds and be… The tenderest light that ever was…

To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our ple… The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovel… No thrush sits and sings on the tr…

As when the old moon lighted by th… And radiant crescent of the new is… And for a moment’s space suggests… Of what in its full prime it once… So on my waning years you cast the…

There is no chance, no destiny, no… Can circumvent or hinder or contro… The firm resolve of a determined s… Gifts count for nothing; will alon… All things give way before it, soo…

As yon great Sun in his supreme c… Absorbs small worlds and makes the… So does my love absorb each vain a… Each outside purpose which my life… Stars cannot shine so near that va…

Oh hush, little baby, thy papa’s a… The big billows rock him as mamma… He hastes to his dear ones o’er bi… Then sleep, little darling, till p… Sleep, little baby; hush, little b…

Love is enough. Let us not ask f… Wealth breeds false aims, and prid… In those serene, Arcadian days of… Men gave no thought to princely ho… The gods who dwelt on fair Olympi…

With care, and skill, and cunning… She parried Time’s malicious dart… And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart And aged her in a day!

I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world’s deaf ear be made… The wrongs of the wordless weak. Oh shame on the mothers of mortals

What is the end of each man’s toil… Brother, O Brother? A handful of dust in a bit of soil… His name forgotten as centuries ro… Though blazoned to-day on Glory’s…

If it were in my dead Past’s powe… To let my Present bask In some lost pleasure for an hour, This is the boon I’d ask: Re-pedestal from out the dust

The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…

Begin each morning with a talk to… And ask for your divine inheritanc… Of usefulness, contentment, and su… Resign all fear, all doubt, and al… The stars doubt not, and they are…

Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory,