The spare professor, grave and bal… Began his paper. It was called, I think, “A Brief Historic Glanc… At Russia, Germany, and France.” A glance, but to my best belief

Thus spake his dust (so seemed it… The words): Good friend, for Jesu… (Poor ghost!) To digg the dust en… Then came the malediction on the h… Of whoso dare disturb the sacred d…

The folk who lived in Shakespeare… And saw that gentle figure pass By London Bridge, his frequent wa… They little knew what man he was. The pointed beard, the courteous m…

[Author’s Note: The title means “… From yonder gilded minaret Beside the steel-blue Neva set, I faintly catch, from time to time… The sweet, aerial midnight chime—

The smooth-worn coin and threadbar… Of Grecian myths that did beguile… Beguile me not as in the olden day… I think more grief and beauty dwel… Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,

While yet my lip was breathing you… I all too young to know their deep… I saw Medea and Phædra in Rache… Later I saw the great Elizabeth. Rachel, Ristori—we shall speak wi…

I vex me not with brooding on the… That were ere I drew breath; why… Distrust the darkness that may fal… When life is done? Perchance in o… Dead planets—I once tasted mortal…

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…

I’ll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow; But Joy shall have her way This very day. Ho, eglantine and cresses

The increasing moonlight drifts ac… And on the churchyard by the road,… It falls as white and noiselessly… ’Twas such a night two weary summe… The stars, as now, were waning ove…

Shakespeare and Milton—what third… Shall lips of after-ages link to t… His who, beside the wide encirclin… Was England’s voice, her voice wi… For threescore years; whose word o…

GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 The wind it wailed, the wind it mo… And the white caps flecked the sea… “An’ I would to God,” the skipper… “I had not my boy with me!

Enamored architect of airy rhyme, Build as thou wilt, heed not what… Good souls, but innocent of dreame… Will come, and marvel why thou was… Others, beholding how thy turrets…