I STOOD in that strange show, t… On Baker Street, where all the fa… Fair dames, and murderers come to… With clockwork breast and face of… To scare the young. Thrice in the…

WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…

I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…

HOPE? What! hope!'€”you say ther… Hope! when the light is out; hope!… Hope! No, no, good lady! no hope… No home for me but the clammy grav… Hope! Well, there might have been…

O little hands, long vanished in t… Sweet fairy hands that were my tre… My heart is full of music from som… Where ye make melody for God’s de… Though autumn clouds obscure the s…

NO selfish grief, no clamourings… Shall break the sacred stillness o… Dawn of eternity; we leave thee he… Far form the winds and waves that… Where every pain is soothed and ev…

THEY were islanders, our fathers… And they watched the encircling se… And their hearts drank in the ceas… And the freedom of the breeze; Till they chafed at their narrow b…

IN sterner fight than Waterloo He saved his hapless brothers; Not by his own arm, it is true, But by the arms of others.

O GRIP the earth, ye forest tree… Grip well the earth to-night, The Storm-God rides across the se… To greet the morning light. All clouds that wander through the…

THERE’S a lonely spot in the so… More lone than the moonless sea; And a gulf, that never a bridge ca… 'Tween him and all that be; And the lips we kiss, and the eyes…

THINE everlasting mountains and… And awful silence, floweret, know… I have not wandered to thy native… Among the crags, but oft as I rep… Musing by winter fire at daylight’…

I saw Time in his workshop carvin… Scattered around his tools lay, bl… Sharp cares that cut out deeply in… Of light and shade; sorrows that s… Of what were smiles. Nor yet with…

AS some great cloud upon a mounta… Hanging for ever, shutteth out the… Its chilly fingers twining in the… And blighting them, so ever one da… Broods o’er my life and makes my s…

WORDS are but passing symbols of… Crying unto deep in individual sou… And men are words on the great voi… Through Nature, since that morn w… The elements heard, and they who v…