AN old umbrella in the hall, Battered and baggy, quaint and que… By all the rains of many a year Bent, stained, and faded—that is a… Warped, broken, twisted by the bla…

I NEEDS must praise the natural… Who praises not himself, nor seeks… Too unambitious for these emulous… When each small talent seeks the p… And victors’ wreaths are worn befo…

You were not born to hide such gif… ‘Neath dreary law-books, nor amid… And dry routine of desks to sit an… Where clerks plod through their ta… Let duller laborers drudge through…

O SOLEMN portal, veiled in mist… Where all who have lived throng in… Forbid to tell by backward look or… What destiny awaits the advancing… Bourne crossed but once with no re…

THOSE times are gone, that circl… And we who live, now scattered far… Each in our separate centres fixed… Round which new interests now revo… In separate loves and duties day b…

PARTED by time and space for ma… Yet ever longing, hoping for a day When, heart to heart, the happy we… Their flight for us, and all our s… As in our boyhood’s spring—my brot…

YET words though weak are all tha… Wherewith their muse translates th… Of Harmony, whose subtle forms an… Float in the unlanguaged poesy of… And so no true-souled artist stand…

His brows were circled by a wreath… The symbol of the bard’s well-earn… Upon his head more regal than the… Of kings. For he by his immortal… Is King among the poets of these…

THE small enlarged, the distant n… To sight, made marvels in a denser… But Science turns with every year… In the enchanted volume of her tho… The wizard’s wand no longer now is…

COME, we 'll light the parlor fi… Winter sets in sharp and rough. Wood is dear, but coal’s provided, For three months, I think, enough… Bring one hod of Lackawanna,

COME, Sleep—Oblivion’s sire! Co… Thy shadowy sheltering wings above… Fold to thy balmy breast my weary… Shut close behind the gates of sen… All sad remembrance in thy Lethe…

OR endless sleep 't will be,—and… Freedom forever from life’s weary… Or else a life beyond the climbing… And dizzy pinnacles of thought exp… In symbols such as in our mortal b…

GONE is the tempest that clouded The land with its dark desolation. Out from the pall that enshrouded Leaps the new strength of the nati… Never again shall the cannon

A Moorish Ballad IN Grenada reigned Mohammed, Sixth who bore the name was he; But the rightful king, Prince You… Pined in long captivity:

SOME summer mornings—when you’ve… Too late the night before—perhaps… If at some Berkshire farmhouse fa… You chance to wake while yet the s… A glory, to your landscape-painter…