Thou singest by the gleaming isles… By woods, and fields of corn, Thou singest, and the sunlight smi… Upon my birthday morn. But I within a city, I,

A.D. 1670 AGLÄE, a widow. MURIEL, her unmarried sister. It happened once, in that brave la… For half the twelvemonth wrapt in…

Now there was one who came in late… To play at Emperor: in the dead o… Stole crown and sceptre, and stood… In sudden purple. The dawn’s stra… Showed Paris fettered, murmuring…

Take these rhymes into thy grace, Since they are of thy begetting, Lady, that dost make each place Where thou art a jewel’s setting. Some such glamour lend this Book;

Though I am native to this frozen… That half the twelvemonth torpid l… Though the cold azure arching over… And the Atlantic’s never-ending m… Are mine by heritage, I must have…

The new moon hung in the sky, the… And my betrothed and I in the chu… Happy maiden and lover, dreaming t… The light winds wandered by, and r… And lo! in the meadow sweet was th…

TO the sea-shell’€™s spiral round ‘€™T is your heart that brings the… The soft sea-murmurs that you hear Within, are captured from your ear… You do poets and their song

SOMEWHERE—in desolate wind-swe… In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land… Two hurrying Shapes met face to f… And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one a-gap…

Forever am I conscious, moving he… That should I step a little space… I pass the boundary of some glorif… Invisible domain—it lies so near! Yet nothing know we of that dim fr…

Curled up and sitting on her feet. Within the window’s deep embrasure… Is Lydia; and across the street, A lad, with eyes of roguish azure, Watches her buried in her book.

EDWARD ROWLAND SILL,… I held his letter in my hand, And even while I read The lightning flashed across the l… The word that he was dead.

LINES FOUND AMONG THE… The bloom that lies on Fanny’s ch… Is all my Latin, all my Greek; The only sciences I know Are frowns that gloom and smiles t…

SCENE: St. Petersburg. Period: the present time. A ballroom in the winter palace of the prince—. The ladies in character costumes and masks. The gentlement in official dress and unmaske...

A PASTORAL SCENE: A roadside in Arcady SHEPHERD. Good sir, have you seen pass this… A mischief straight from market-da…

Stand here and look, and softly dr… Lest the dread avalanche come cras… How many leagues away is yonder to… Set flower-wise in the valley? Fa… Out feet lies summer; here a realm…