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A MOONY breadth of virgin face, By thought unviolated; A patient mouth, to take from scor… The hook with bank-notes baited! Its self-complacent sleekness show…
With wisdom far beyond her years, And graver than her wondering peer… So strong, so mild, combining stil… The tender heart and queenly will, To conscience and to duty true,
FROM gold to gray Our mild sweet day Of Indian Summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea
Of all the rides since the birth o… Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of b… Witch astride of a human back,
One Sabbath day my friend and I After the meeting, quietly Passed from the crowded village la… White with dry dust for lack of ra… And climbed the neighboring slope,…
NOT unto us who did but seek The word that burned within to spe… Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song. Upon us fell in early youth
The day is closing dark and cold, With roaring blast and sleety show… And through the dusk the lilacs we… The bloom of snow, instead of flow… I turn me from the gloom without,
IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…
So, this is all, ' the utmost re… Of priestly power the mind to fett… When laymen think, when women prea… A war of words, a ‘Pastoral Lette… Now, shame upon ye, parish Popes!
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
They left their home of summer eas… Beneath the lowland’s sheltering t… To seek, by ways unknown to all, The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the val…
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…
On the isle of Penikese, Ringed about by sapphire seas, Fanned by breezes salt and cool, Stood the Master with his school. Over sails that not in vain
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…
IT chanced that while the pious t… Fought in the crusade Pio Nono pr… What time the holy Bourbons staye… (The Hur and Aaron meet for such… Stretched forth from Naples towar…