As a twig trembles, which a bird Lights on to sing, then leaves unb… So is my memory thrilled and stirr… I only know she came and went. As clasps some lake, by gusts unri…

O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

God! do not let my loved one die, But rather wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime, Then take me, I will gladly go,

Careless seems the great Avenger; History’€™s lessons but recorded One death-grapple in the darkness ‘€œTwixt old systems and the Word… Truth forever on the scaffold,

Said Christ our Lord, ‘I will go… How the men, my brethren, believe… He passed not again through the ga… But made himself known to the chil… Then said the chief priests, and r…

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? Are ye not base slaves indeed,

I would more natures were like thi… That never casts a glance before, Thou Hebe, who thy heart’s bright… So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,

As one who, from the sunshine and… Enters the solid darkness of a cav… Nor knows what precipice or pit un… May yawn before him with its sudde… And, with hushed breath, doth ofte…

The Maple puts her corals on in M… While loitering frosts about the l… To be in tune with what the robins… Plastering new log-huts 'mid her b… But when the Autumn southward tur…

It don’t seem hardly right, John, When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John,— Your cousin, tu, John Bull! Ole Uncle S., sez he, “I guess

When I was a beggarly boy And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin’s lamp; When I could not sleep for the co…

God makes sech nights, all white a… Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an’ snow on field an’ hi… All silence an’ all glisten. Zekle crep’ up quite unbeknown

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…

This little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thin… For, once, its white and drooping… Could see its shadow in the Rhine… Perchance some fair-haired German…

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…