‘If life were caught by a clarione… And a wild heart, throbbing in the… Should thrill its joy and trill it… And utter its heart in every deed, ’Then would this breathing clarion…

Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Clo… Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow’d, Steal off from yon far-drifting cr… And come and brood upon the marsh…

Presenting a portrait-bust of the… Since you, rare friend! have tied… With thanks more large than man e’… So let the dumbness of this image… My eloquence, and still interpret…

Fair is the wedded reign of Night… Each rules a half of earth with di… Exchanging kingdoms, East and Wes… Like the round pearl that Egypt d… The sun half sinks i’ the brimming…

Written for the Art Autograph dur… Heartsome Ireland, winsome Irelan… Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish, How could Famine frown on thee?

I asked my heart to say Some word whose worth my love’s de… Upon my Lady’s natal day. Then said my heart to me: ‘Learn from the rhyme that now sha…

The storm hath blown thee a lover,… And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But,—guerdon rich for favor rare! The wind hath all thy holy hair To kiss and to sing through and to…

Written for the “Martha Washingto… Down cold snow-stretches of our bi… When windy shams and the rain-mock… Of Trade have cased us in such ic… That hearts are scarcely hot enoug…

Over the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingeres… Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red… Thy Prospero I’ll be.

I.—Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night— Distillments of my clod of misery Into delight.

Young palmer sun, that to these sh… Pourest thy pilgrim’s tale, discou… Thy silver passages of sacred land… With news of Sepulchre and Doloro… Canst thou be he that, yester-suns…

Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together aga…

Our hearths are gone out and our h… And but the ghosts of homes to us… And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs… From friend to friend of an unspok… O Raven days, dark Raven days of…

From cold Norse caves or buccanee… Oft come repenting tempests here t… Bewailing old-time wrecks and robb… They shrive to priestly pines with… Breathe salutary balms through lan…

Death, thou’rt a cordial old and r… Look how compounded, with what car… Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went,