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…

“WHO would not be a poet?” thus… In thy proud sonnet, my poetic fri… And unto this my full assent was g… “There is not, cannot be, under al… Aught happier in itself than the w…

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

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…

A MAN of sorrows and with grief… He bowed His beauteous head to th… Of Pilate’s hireling bands; And while beneath their cruel scou… Forgave them, yearning through Hi…

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,

WHEN Deborah the prophetess rule… And Sisera died under Jael’s fier… His mother looked forth at the clo… When the roar of the war died in s… And she cried, “Still his charrio…

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

With musing mind I watch thee ste… Above those envious clouds that hi… Till now thy face; thou dost revea… More than the glaring sunlight did… So round me would I have thy ligh…

As one who o’er Arabian Wildernes… Hath toiled a long and Spirit-wea… And now athirst, desires the gleam… Of some known Spring,—and ’mid th… And fiery sand, remembers too, to…

DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…

My Country, though rude yet, and… This alone our proud love should b… There’s noon in thy broad breast f… And honest Endeavour’s a lord in… And though much of thy bounty, by…

With alien hearts to frame our law… And cheat us as of old, In vain our soil is rich, in vain ’Tis seamed with virgin gold: But the present only yields us nou…

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…

BY FAR Euphrates’ stream we sat… A weary band of herded slaves, And over Judah’s fallen estate We wept into the passing waves. On willow-boughs that o’er us bent