Be not dismayed, be not dismayed w… Sets its white seal upon some wors… Poor human nature for a little spa… Must suffer anguish, when that las… Leaves such long silence; but let…

High o’er the clouds a sunbeam sho… And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all h… The mist gleamed fair and dim. He looked at her with his burning…

She leaned out into the soft June… With her long loose tresses the ni… Her eyes were as blue as the bells… Oh, what is so fair as a fair youn… She folded her hands, like the lea…

All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wr… And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race

The flowers have tender little sou… That love, rejoice, aspire. Each star that on its orbit rolls Feels infinite desire. The diamond longs to scintillate

The bold young Autumn came riding… One day where an elm-tree grew. ‘You are fair,’ he said, as she be… ‘Too fair for your robe’s dull hue… You are far too young for a garb s…

They tell me new methods now gover… The modes of expression have chang… That low is the rank of the poet w… The old-fashioned verse with inten… And quite out of date, too, is rhy…

Who has not felt his heart leap up… What time the tulips first begin t… Has one sweet joy, still left for… It is like early loves’ imagining; That fragile pleasure, which the…

It may be, yet I have not found i… In those first golden dreams of fu… I did not find such happiness as c… When toil was crowned with triumph… My words have recognition, and wil…

It may be you’ve seen her eyes, Dark and deep like midnight skies; You mayhap have seen them flash Underneath the drooping lash, And been dazzled by the light

The sun rode high in a cloudless s… Of a perfect summer morn. She stood and gazed out into the s… And wondered why she was born. On the topmost branch of a maple-t…

Because of the fullness of what I… All that I have seems poor and va… If I had not been happy, I were n… Tho’ my salt is savorless, why com… From the ripe perfection of what w…

I know as my life grows older, And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank of wrong, som… There lies the root of right; That each sorrow has its purpose,

If you saw a lion Not within a cage, Would you tease and fret him Till he roared in rage? Would you tempt his anger

The devil in hell gave a festival, And he called his imps from their… Called them up from the ruddy cup, And marshalled them into line. And each to his place sprang the i…