Thou ancient oak! whose myriad lea… With sounds of unintelligible spee… Sounds as of surges on a shingly b… Or multitudinous murmurs of a crow… With some mysterious gift of tongu…

A strain of music closed the tale, A low, monotonous, funeral wail, That with its cadence, wild and sw… Made the long Saga more complete. ‘Thank God,’ the Theologian said,

Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more dar… And shattered wrecks lie thicker o… Who leads us with a gentle hand

Bell! thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly. When, on Sabbath morning,

Beautiful valley! through whose ve… Unheard the Garigliano glides alo… The Liris, nurse of rushes and of… The river taciturn of classic song… The Land of Labor and the Land o…

‘Yes, well your story pleads the c… Of those dumb mouths that have no… Only a cry from each to each In its own kind, with its own laws… Something that is beyond the reach

I trust that somewhere and somehow You all have heard of Hagenau, A quiet, quaint, and ancient town Among the green Alsatian hills, A place of valleys, streams, and m…

The merchant’s word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and… Giveth grace unto every Art. A quiet smile played round his lip…

Tuscan, that wanderest through the… With thoughtful pace, and sad, maj… Stern thoughts and awful from thy… Like Farinata from his fiery tomb… Thy sacred song is like the trump…

And now, behold! as at the approac… Through the gross vapors, Mars gr… Down in the west upon the ocean fl… Appeared to me,—may I again behol… A light along the sea, so swiftly…

An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look, Seemed his own image there to trac… As in the waters of a brook. ‘Dear child! who me resemblest so,…

Soon as the story reached its end, One, over eager to commend, Crowned it with injudicious praise… And then the voice of blame found… And fanned the embers of dissent

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma…

This is the forest primeval. The… Bearded with moss, and in garments… Stand like Druids of eld, with vo… Stand like harpers hoar, with bear… Loud from its rocky caverns, the d…

On the gray sea-sands King Olaf stands, Northward and seaward He points with his hands. With eddy and whirl