’Tis noon of night; the sable clou… Hang weeping in the sky; Alone I sit, where fancies flit Like spectral shadows by. Me thinks I see familiar forms,

The sun that sank just now beyond… Shines not for me; The sun that will to-morrow gild y… I shall not see. Faint forms draw near, and seem to…

Bill Vining had a sorrel colt Some two years old or more, But the colt was wild as a mountai… And a bridle never wore; And so one day,

“What shall we do, as years go by, And Peace remains a stranger— With Richmond yet in rebel hands, And Washington in danger? What shall we do for leaders, when

It was ten years ago when the bell… Gave here her hand to the young mi… Every toungue (even those of the b… Saying “Joy to the Heav’n-blest p… She was sweet as the rosebud that…

“Launching our from the ship— ha, ha! courtship— Oh the misty matrimonial sea, Let the cable hang lightly, but tie the knot tightly.”

Round me now, beneath the weeping… Night’s refreshing breezes blow; Anguish drove me from a sleepless… Hours and hours ago. You, and you alone, may know my so…

Last night, mother, he told me so, As we walked by the pebbly stream; And I wake so happy—so wild with… It seems like a fairy dream. But his charming voice is ringing…

Brother, come back! come back! Dear brother, what can be the char… That holds you so strong—that keep… Away from your father’s able farm? Poor Father, he tells how he need…

Saturday night! Saturday night! The hope that lingered has taken t… From morning till evening, the wea… In vain has he battled for somethi… Poor man! emptyhanded, how can he…

Lieutenant De Long, commanding th… Expedition, having seen his vessel… undertook a perilous journey throu… toward the coast of Siberia. With… he finally reached the wilderness…

Ten o’clock! the rain begins to fa… And Nellie still from home! Vainly now, her loving name we cal… Oh whither does she roam! Can it be she wanders from the str…

The morning was fearful at sea— The voyagers weary and pale; Their steamer a wreck, from keel t… Before an Autumnal gale. Old Neptune came forth in power—

’Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie… When she was nine, and twenty: Not of gold—Oh, no!—nor gem, nor… Tho’ he who gave had plenty. ’Twas a gift she took so much to h…

Say, darkeys, hab you seen de mass… Wid de muffstash on his face, Go long de road some time dis morn… Like he gwine to leag de place? He seen a smoke, way up de ribber,