Along a riverside, I know not whe… I walked one night in mystery of d… A chill creeps curdling yet beneat… To think what chanced me by the pa… Of a moon-wraith that waned throug…

A FRAGMENT Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast Of bisons the far prairie shaking, The notes crowd heavily and fast As surfs, one plunging while the l…

Once git a smell o’ musk into a dr… An’ it clings hold like precerdent… Your gra’ma’am put it there,—when,… To jes this—worldify her Sunday-c… But the old chist wun’t sarve her…

As, cleansed of Tiber’s and Obliv… Glow Farnesina’s vaults with shap… That dreamed some exiled artist fr… Back to his Athens and the Muse’s… So these world-orphaned waifs of…

Gone, gone from us! and shall we s… Those sibyl-leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore? Those deep, dark eyes so warm and… Wherein the fortunes of the man

Thy voice is like a fountain, Leaping up in clear moonshine; Silver, silver, ever mounting, Ever sinking, Without thinking,

Dear common flower, that grow’st b… Fringing the dusty road with harml… First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of… High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed…

’Tis a woodland enchanted! By no sadder spirit Than blackbirds and thrushes, That whistle to cheer it All day in the bushes.

Luck, my dear Norton, still makes… To mix a mortal with her gifts, Which he may find who duly sifts. Sweets to the sweet,—behold the cl… Why not, then, new things to the g…

The century numbers fourscore year… You, fortressed in your teens, To Time’s alarums close your ears… And, while he devastates your peer… Conceive not what he means.

An ass munched thistles, while a n… From passion’s fountain flooded al… ‘Hee-haw!’ cried he, ‘I hearken,’… For such ear-largess humble thanks… ‘Friend,’ said the winged pain, ‘i…

FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOO… ‘What means this glory round our f… The Magi mused, ‘more bright than… And voices chanted clear and sweet… ‘To-day the Prince of Peace is bo…

In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, ‘Take this rose,’ he sighed, 'and… Where there’s none that loveth me. On the rock the billow bursteth

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, w… Mute as a cloud amid the stormy ha… And said: ‘O Skald, sing now an o… Such as our fathers heard who led… And, as the bravest on a shield is…