Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,

Maud Muller on a summer’s day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the we… Of simple beauty and rustic health… Singing, she wrought, and her merr…

Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…

THE wave is breaking on the shore… The echo fading from the chime; Again the shadow moveth o’er The dial-plate of time! O seer-seen Angel! waiting now

Our vales are sweet with fern and… Our hills are maple-crowned; But not from them our fathers chos… The village burying-ground. The dreariest spot in all the land

ROBERT RAWLIN!—Frosts were f… When the ranger’s horn was calling Through the woods to Canada. Gone the winter’s sleet and snowin… Gone the spring-time’s bud and blo…

He comes,– he comes,– the Frost S… You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted… And the brown hill’s withered brow… He has smitten the leaves of the g…

BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1… The end has come, as come it must To all things; in these sweet Jun… The teacher and the scholar trust Their parting feet to separate way…

Who, looking backward from his man… Sees not the spectre of his misspe… And, through the shade Of funeral cypress planted thick b… Hears no reproachful whisper on th…

HE had bowed down to drunkenness, An abject worshipper: The pride of manhood’s pulse had g… Too faint and cold to stir; And he had given his spirit up

When the reaper’s task was ended,… Parson Avery sailed from Newbury,… Dropping down the river-harbor in… Pleasantly lay the clearings in th… With the newly planted orchards dr…

O Dearly loved! And worthy of our love! No more Thy aged form shall rise before The bushed and waiting worshiper, In meek obedience utterance giving

"Tie stille, barn min! Imorgen kommer Fin, Fa’er din, Og gi’er dich Esbern Snares öine… Zealand Rhyme.

GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886. Once more, O all-adjusting Death! The nation’s Pantheon opens wide; Once more a common sorrow saith A strong, wise man has died.

‘To the winds give our banner! Bear homeward again!’ Cried the Lord of Acadia, Cried Charles of Estienne; From the prow of his shallop