That man is truly great, and he al… Who venerates, of present things o… The absolute only,—is the liege of… Save God and truth; who, awed not… And shadowy scheme of life, but an…

I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…

He shone in the senate, the camp,… The mirror of manhood, the darling… He fought for his country, the sta… And died for it’s weal when to die… And Wisdom and Valour long over h…

TRUST and Treachery, Wisdom, F… Madness, Mirth and Melancholy, Love and Hatred, Thrift and Pill… All are housed in one small villag… And if such be Life’s mix’d being…

I was one so deeply drowned, That when the drag my body found, Twas void of motion, void of breat… And to sensation dead as death. In a languid summer mood

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…

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

How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream! Pointless things that look like po… Only, to some held-back theme! Wild unequal, agitated,

Could we as mortals but our end fo… How little in our minds the world… Could we as spirits but this life… And be again incarnate as we were, How little might be done like what…

MINE heart is heavy with an anci… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my soul, in the re… And balminess of Song, the cheat…

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

LITTLE, perhaps, thou valuest v… Little hast read of what my hand h… Yet I with thy brave memory would… The muse’s amaranths. For thou we… For freedom; well her sacred lesso…

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…

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,

How full of God those evening ski… Arrayed in calmest loveliness; But ah! To think how many eyes Are wet with weeping none the less… Nay, hearts are aching, eyes are w…