I leave you, ye cold mountain chai… Dwelling of warriors stark and fro… You, may these eyes behold no more… Rave on the horizon of our plains. Vanish, ye frightful, gloomy views…

What is this I read in history, Full of marvel, full of mystery, Difficult to understand? Is it fiction, is it truth? Children in the flower of youth,

Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers,

Sweet faces, that from pictured ca… As from a castle window, looking d… On some gay pageant passing throug… Yourselves the fairest figures in… With what a gentle grace, with wha…

In Ocean’s wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the fall of dews,

I heard the bells on Christmas da… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repea… Of peace on earth, good will to me… I thought how, as the day had come…

For thee was a house built Ere thou wast born, For thee was a mould meant Ere thou of mother camest. But it is not made ready,

‘Now that is after my own heart,’ The Poet cried; 'one understands Your swarthy hero Scanderbeg, Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg, And skilled in every warlike art,

I heard a voice, that cried, ‘Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!’ And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry

As a fond mother, when the day is… Leads by the hand her little child… Half willing, half reluctant to be… And leave his broken playthings on… Still gazing at them through the o…

A GADARENE. He hath escaped, hath plucked his… And broken his fetters; always nig… Is in the mountains here, and in t… Crying aloud, and cutting himself…

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town… Across the meadows bare and brown, The windows of the wayside inn Gleamed red with fire-light throug… Of woodbine, hanging from the eave…

A fleet with flags arrayed Sailed from the port of Brest, And the Admiral’s ship displayed The signal: ‘Steer southwest.’ For this Admiral D’Anville

Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom he gave the right hand Of his heart, in joy and sorrow;

And now along the horizon’s edge Mountains of cloud uprose, Black as with forests underneath, Above their sharp and jagged teeth Were white as drifted snows.