A wind came up out of the sea, And said, ‘O mists, make room for… It hailed the ships, and cried, ‘… Ye mariners, the night is gone.’ And hurried landward far away,

The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to low… Comes a pause in the day’s occupat… That is known as the Children’s H… I hear in the chamber above me

STARS of the summer night! Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps!

The holiest of all holidays are th… Kept by ourselves in silence and a… The secret anniversaries of the he… When the full river of feeling ove… The happy days unclouded to their…

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay… On board of the Cumberland sloop-… And at times from the fortress acr… The alarum of drums swept past, Or a bugle blast

In the heroic days when Ferdinand And Isabella ruled the Spanish la… And Torquemada, with his subtle b… Ruled them, as Grand Inquisitor o… In a great castle near Valladolid…

When the warm sun, that brings Seed—time and harvest, has returne… 'T is sweet to visit the still woo… The first flower of the plain. I love the season well,

IN the Acadian land, on the shore… Distant, secluded, still, the litt… Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast… Giving the village its name, and p… Dikes, that the hands of the farme…

Sweet as the tender fragrance that… When martyred flowers breathe out… Sweet as a song that once consoled… But never will be sung to us again… Is thy remembrance. Now the hour…

When first in ancient time, from… The tuneful anthem filled the morn… To sacred hymnings and elysian son… His music-breathing sehll the mins… Devotion breathed aloud from every…

O, how blest are ye whose toils ar… Who, through death, have unto God… Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still… We are still as in a dungeon livin…

'What was the end? I am ashamed Not to remember Reynard’s fate; I have not read the book of late; Was he not hanged?' the Poet said… The Student gravely shook his hea…

Hence away, begone, begone, Carking care and melancholy! Think ye thus to govern me All my life long, as ye have done? That shall ye not, I promise ye;