There’s a rare Soul of Poesie whi… But concentrated by the chastened… Of constant Hearts. Where’er the… Of beautiful Nature hath enchance… Of some Petrarchian mind, whose s…

Hapless is he who meditates the N… Where Trade is all in all, intent… Enduring Verse! for none will dee… His “divine art,” however he be sk… There Taste, like Beauty by the h…

IF a large love of the whole huma… With charity that hopeth a meet cu… For life’s worst evils, indicates… Of goodness, thine is such as will… And if pure prayers to stablish wh…

I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,

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…

’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…

A MIDSUMMER NOON IN… Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods.

Flowers in their freshness are flu… And the voice-peopled forest is lo… And streams in their fulness are l… Yet my bosom is aching. There’s shadow on all things—the s…

His Mind alone is Kingly, who (th… But venerates of present Things o… What he believeth Good; kneeling… Save God and Truth! Who, awed no… And shadowy Scheme of Life, but a…

How long shall Splendid Guilt man… See Conqueror after Conqueror fur… Across the Past! ambitious each t… Time’s most unrighteous Victory,… Unequalled Sway, and make their A…

WHERE Beauty is smiling With Love undenied, Where Gladness is flowing From Pleasure’s hill-side, Whatever of charming

A LONELY boy, far venturing fro… Out on the half-wild herd’s faint… ’Mid rock-browned mountains, which… Glare into haggard chasms deep ado… A rude and craggy world, the prosp…

Who sees him walk the street, can… To question thus his friend, What… So much hath Nature, as ’tis oft… Stamped inward trickery on the out… And yet, with her great interdicti…

In sleep with a sweet pang my brai… And straight, methought, I passed… Into some World whereon a brighte… Than ours came down, ’mid fairer s… With starry fruit; whilst deathles…

Glorious his lot whom Poesie shal… Her first High Priest in this so… Though thereby clothed as with a r… With her Creations of the Olden… Much conversant, and by their bulk…