The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting sno… It seemed as if the earth would st… Forever where the tide was low, In sodden green and watery gray.

Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…

Peace without Justice is a low es… A coward cringing to an iron Fate… But Peace through Justice is the… We’ll pay the price of war to make…

Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour’s little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled. It seemed as if he came

Glory of architect, glory of paint… Living forever in temple and pictu… Look how the world with the lights… Brief was the flame of their life,… Where is the Master of Music, and…

If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music,

If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…

Wordsworth, thy music like a river… Among the mountains, and thy song… By living springs far up the water… No whirling flood nor parching dro… The crystal current: even on the s…

In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…

Now in the oak the sap of life is… Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafag… Now on the elm the misty buds are… See how the pine—wood grows alive… Blue—jays fluttering, yodeling and…

Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…

Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war’s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling

Like a long arrow through the dark… Bearing me far away, after a perfe… Wakeful with all the sad—sweet mem… I lift the narrow window—shade and… Lonely the land unknown, and like…

How blind the toil that burrows li… In winding graveyard pathways unde… For Browning’s lineage! What if m… Poor footmen or rich merchants on… Of his forbears? Did they beget h…

Oh, why are you shining so bright,… And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of deligh… Do you know I am going away? If you covered your face with a cl…