Were Shakspeare born a twin, his… (Not of the golden but the silver… Should be like thee: so, with such… Sweeten his looks, so, with her de… His voice, (a king’s words writ ou…

I have heard a friar say That the Olive learned to pray In Gethsemane,- A holy man was he, Jacopo by name,-

FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below,

Pile the pyre, light the fire-ther… You have fire enough and to spare… Burn the old year-it is dead, and… There is something under the sun t… I cannot bear this sadness under t…

We could not turn from that coloss… The morning shadow of whose hideou… Darkened the furthest West, and w… His evening shade on Ind. The pol… Behind him flamed and paled, and t…

When we all lie still Where churchyard pines their funer… Thou shalt rise up early While the dews are deep; Thee the earliest bird shall rouse

He came with us to thy great gates… Unopened Age. Our noise was like… Chafing the wordy Deep; but broad… They stood unmoved. Then He,—we k… Laid forth his hand upon them. Lo…

(To Alexander Smith) The stars we saw arise are high ab… And yet our Evensong seems sung t… Good-Night! I lay my hand-with su… As thou wert brother of my blood-u…

‘The Spring again hath started on… Wherein she seeketh Summer thro’… I will arise and go upon my way. It may be that the leaves of Autu… His footsteps from me; it may be t…

SISTER Simplicitie, Sing, sing a song to me, Sing me to sleep. Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song

Turn, turn, for my cheeks they bur… Turn by the dale, my Harry! Fill pail, fill pail, He has turned by the dale, And there by the stile waits Harr…

Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or… And Duty, Honour, Valour, are th… Whether they cheer the thundering… Up echoing hills of Alma, or, mor… Walk with her in that band where s…

‘And it shall come to pass at even… There shall be light.’ Lord, it h… As one day to the world so now to… Thine advent. My dark eve is whit… My year so sour and green is gold…

“HOW many?” said our good Captai… “Twenty sail and more.” We were homeward bound, Scudding in a gale with our jib to… Right athwart our tack,

(Of Something Made By The Giver… Child, your effectual hands create… The things they fashion having, th… The type of matter than the precio… Of you, how can I serve myself of…