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In rich Virginian woods, The scarlet creeper reddens over g… Among the solemn trees enlooped wi… Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes… The noble souls of half a million…
The Landgrave Hermann held a gath… Of minstrels, minnesingers, trouba… At Wartburg in his palace, and th… Sir Tannhauser of France, the gre… Inspired with heavenly visions, an…
I see it as it looked one afternoo… In August,-by a fresh soft breeze… The swiftness of the tide, the lig… A far-off sail, white as a crescen… The shining waters with pale curre…
When the vexed hubbub of our world… Roars round about me as I walk th… The myriad noise of Traffic, and… Of Toil’s incessant hammer, the f… Of struggle hand to hand and brain…
Rosh-Hashanah, 5643 Not while the snow-shroud round de… And naked branches point to frozen… When orchards burn their lamps of… The grape glows like a jewel, and…
Down the long hall she glistens li… The foam-born mother of Love, tra… Yet none the less immortal, breath… Time’s brutal hand hath maimed but… When first the enthralled enchantr…
WEAK, slender blades of tender g… With little fragrance, little shee… What maketh ye so dear to all? Nor bud, nor flower, nor fruit hav… So tiny, it can only be
Ten o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky
Oft have I brooded on defeat and… The pathos of the stupid, stumblin… These I ignore to-day and only lo… To pour my soul forth in one trump… One clear, grief-shattering, trium…
BEHOLD, I walked abroad at earl… The fields of June were bathed in… The hills were clad with light as… The inexpressible auroral freshnes… The grave, immutable, aerial heave…
I. Evening. Rest, beauty, stillness: not a wai… From gray—blue east sheer to the y… No film of mist the utmost slopes… The earth lies grace, by quiet air…
These things alone endure; ‘They are the solid facts,’ that w… Leading us on and upward if we cla… And hold them firm and sure. In a wise fable old,
Air and sky are swathed in gold Fold on fold, Light glows through the trees like… Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for b… ‘Neath his kiss,
I give God thanks that I, a lean… Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled wit… By austere penance and continuous… Now rest in spirit, and possess ‘t… Which passeth understanding.’ Th’…
By the impulse of my will, By the red flame in my blood, By me nerves’ electric thrill, By the passion of my mood, My concentrated desire,