SHE loves me! From her own bliss… The live confession came, like ric… From crimson petals bursting into… And still my heart at the remembra… Like a young lion, and my tongue t…

As his bark dashed away on the nig… And out towards the South he was… First there passed o’er his spirit… Then the light of a vision amazing… As rises the moon, from the white…

STANDING alone, a study in its… How Shakespeare’s volume glorifie… For thence his spirit forth on min… Like a great morning on the hills… Sphered in the light of his creati…

I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river’s course to view, And watched the changing shadows f… Its liquid length of gleaming blue… Streaked by the crane slow gliding…

Rising and setting Suns of Libert… Mountainous Exploits; and the Wre… By stormy Passion o’er Life’s tre… Relieved by Shores of green delig… And starry Dreams, and the serene…

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…

To day we part! Me far away to dw… From this the Scene that saw our… Bloom into beauty! The blue Heave… These Hills and Valleys,—and each… Where Echo hideth;—shall not thes…

AWAY, away she plunges, With her white sails o’er her spre… Like the sheety clouds that gather On some great hill’s piny head. Still away she plunges rampant,

FORWARD ho! Forward ho! Soldie… Hope on; fight on; till man’s whol… Free of all good under heaven’s wi… And doubt not, the earth that has… Shall grow young again in the ligh…

O liberty, yet build thee an augus… And best abode in this most virgin… The Old World yet, power-trampled… Hath never known thee in thy perfe… Seeing all Rule which at a given…

SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all

I verse a Settler’s tale of olden… One told me by our sage friend, E… Who then went forth, meetly equipt… Of his most trusty and adventrous… Into the wilderness - went forth t…

Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together! Ere this last disastrous blow Did lay my struggling fortunes low… In love unworn have we not borne

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…

IN VAIN, when music’s seraph-fi… Runs kindling through the air, Making it such as gods respire, (And gods perhaps are there!) In vain would words of subtlest wi…