Upon a poet’€™s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’€™s raptur… '€”When now I turn the leaf the s…

If hours be years the twain are bl… For now they solace swift desire By bonds of every bond the best, If hours be years. The twain are… Do eastern stars slope never west,

“The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahe… It’s true I’ve been accustomed no… And joints get rusty, and one’s li… More fit to rest than roam. ”But I can stand as yet fair stre…

Dora’s gone to Ireland Through the sleet and snow; Promptly she has gone there In a ship, although Why she’s gone to Ireland

I thought you a fire On Heron-Plantation Hill, Dealing out mischief the most dire To the chattels of men of hire There in their vill.

Why do you harbour that great chev… Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full—len… Picture of bachelor gloom!

I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place

WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben,… Robert’s kin, and John’s, and Ned… And the Squire, and Lady Susan,… “Gone,” I call them, gone for goo… heads;

“My bride is not coming, alas!” sa… And the telegram shakes in his han… It was hurried! We met at a danci… When I went to the Cattle—Show a… And then, next night, where the F…

It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside… Wherein Hodge trudged, all blithe…    The Mother’s smiling reign.    "Why warbles he that skies are…

Winter is white on turf and tree,    And birds are fled; But summer songsters pipe to me,    And petals spread, For what I dreamt of secretly

I towered far, and lo! I stood wi…    The presence of the Lord Most… Sent thither by the sons of earth,…    Some answer to their cry.    —"The Earth, say’st thou? The…

“O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and s… At her grave, as no other grave wh… “If your great gaunt eyes so impor… Her soul by the shine of this corp…