THROUGH the long hall the shutt… A dubious light on every upturned… On locks like those of Absalom th… On the bald apex ringed with scant… On blank indifference and on curio…

A railway conductor who lost his l… railway, May 9, 1873. CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always… Be said with reverence!) as the sw… Smitten to death, a crushed and ma…

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

OUR fellow-countrymen in chains! Slaves, in a land of light and law… Slaves, crouching on the very plai… Where rolled the storm of Freedom… A groan from Eutaw’s haunted wood…

WELL speed thy mission, bold Ico… Yet all unworthy of its trust thou… If, with dry eye, and cold, unlovi… Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon… By the great Future’s dazzling ho…

Light, warmth, and sprouting green… Blue, stainless, steel-bright ethe… Tranquillity upon the deep-hushed… The freshening meadows, and the hi… Voice of the west-wind from the hi…

I HAVE been thinking of the vict… In Naples, dying for the lack of… And sunshine, in their close, damp… Where hope is not, and innocence i… Appeals against the torture and th…

Sound over all waters, reach out f… The chorus of voices, the clasping… Sing hymns that were sung by the s… Sing songs of the angels when Jes… With glad jubilations

Not on Penobscot’s wooded bank th… Of the sought City rose, nor yet… The winding Charles, nor where th… Of Naumkeag’s haven rises and ret… The vision tarried; but somewhere…

When on my day of life the night i… And, in the winds from unsunned sp… I hear far voices out of darkness… My feet to paths unknown, Thou who hast made my home of life…

For ages on our river borders, These tassels in their tawny bloom… And willowy studs of downy silver, Have prophesied of Spring to come… For ages have the unbound waters

A bending staff I would not break… A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may sta… Whose loss might leave the soul wi…

WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM… On page of thine I cannot trace The cold and heartless commonplace… A statue’s fixed and marble grace. For ever as these lines I penned,

No aimless wanderers, by the fiend… Goaded from shore to shore; No schoolmen, turning, in their cl… The leaves of empire o’er. Simple of faith, and bearing in th…

‘Encore un hymne, O ma lyre Un hymn pour le Seigneur, Un hymne dans mon delire, Un hymne dans mon bonheur.’ One hymn more, O my lyre!