There’s a regret that from my boso… Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, li… Of deathward love; that ever in my… Uttereth such tones as in some for… Seem gathered from the harmonies t…

A STREAMLET is a bright and b… In some wide desert, where it keep… Of each wayfarer’s heart: The Star of Evening is a gracious… Instinct as ’twere with all the lo…

With silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hid Till now her face, then stand—a se… Of silver on heaven’s mighty lid! So round me would I have her ligh…

I stand in thought beside my fathe… The grave of one who, in his old a… Too late perhaps, since he endured… Of corporal anguish, sweating bloo… But not an hour too soon—no, not a…

Great captain if you will! great… Great minion of the crown! - but a… He was not! He? the iron instrume… Of mere authority! the atheist Of a conventional and most earthy…

Man were a grinding Niggard, lean… Even in his youth, and in his rich… Didst Thou ne’er leave thy Blessi… If not from Thee, whence were the… The scornful injuries lowly hearts…

A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun

Worldly Prosperity is often less A proof of having than of wanting… And most is thwarted by the noble… Of Wit, Love, Valor, or Benevole… I know a bloodless Thing at whose…

My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low

Behold an Indian isle, reposed Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, Even like a royal bride, be-rosed With passion in her happy rest. Or, when the morn is there disclos…

Nightly I watch the moon with sil… Flaking the city house-tops, till… Thy memory, Rosa, like a presence… Down in her light: for ever in her… Thy soul’s similitude my soul hath…

How beautiful doth the morning ris… O’er the hills, as from her bower… Comes brightened-blushing with the… Of love that now consummated suppl… All her full heart can wish, and t…

The loud, apt epithet, applying su… The dim-drawn image, artfully obsc… The perfect stanza, framed of word… And round as pearls, yet liquid to… A pith of phrase, and musical arra…

’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…

Never give up, though life be a ba… Wherein true men may fail, and tru… Yet, on the whole, however may rat… The thunders of chance, scaring co… Clear victory’s always the bride o…