PERHAPS too far in these consid… Has patience carried her submissiv… Wisdom has taught us to be calm an… To take one blow, and turn the oth… It is not written what a man shall…

TRAINED in the holy art whose l… Wards off the darts a never-slumbe… By hearth and wayside lurking, wai… Oppression taught his helpful arm… The slayer’s weapon: on the murder…

DANVERS, 1866 BANKRUPT! our pockets inside o… Empty of words to speak his praise… Worcester and Webster up the spou… Dead broke of laudatory phrases!

AT A DINNER GIVEN HIM… DECEMBER 12, 1885 With a bronze statuette of John o… presented by a few friends. FIT emblem for the altar’s side,

Now, men of the North! will you j… For country, for freedom, for hono… The giant grows blind in his fury… One blow on his forehead will sett… Flash full in his eyes the blue li…

HERE! sweep these foolish leaves… I will not crush my brains to-day! Look! are the southern curtains dr… Fetch me a fan, and so begone! Not that,—the palm-tree’s rustling…

WHEN legislators keep the law, When banks dispense with bolts and… When berries—whortle, rasp, and st… Grow bigger downwards through the… When he that selleth house or land

At the meeting of the New York H… February 21, 1878. ‘CHRISTO ET ECCLESLE.’ 170… To GOD’S ANOINTED AND… So ran the phrase the black-robed…

I MAY not rightly call thy name,… Alas! thy forehead never knew The kiss that happier children cla… Nor glistened with baptismal dew. Daughter of want and wrong and woe…

AT THE DINNER TO THE P… BOSTON, JUNE 26, 1877 How to address him? awkward, it is… Call him ‘Great Father,’ as the… Borrow some title? this is not the…

NOT with the anguish of hearts th… Come we as mourners to weep for ou… Grief in our breasts has grown wea… Green is the turf where our tears… While o’er their marbles the mosse…

PHI BETA KAPPA SOCIETY, 1… I WAS thinking last night, as I… With the charmingest prospect of c… Next Thursday is—bless me!—how ha… If that cannibal president calls u…

AND can it be you’ve found a plac… Within this consecrated space, That makes so fine a show, For one of Rip Van Winkle’s race… And is it really so?

AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POET AT A BOOKSTORE Anno Domini 1972 A CRAZY bookcase, placed before A low-price dealer’s open door;

Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that… Do seem more stale than to the sex… His own dull chimes. Ding dong! ding dong!