All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you?

A CHILD’S STORY. (_Written for, and inscribed to,… Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide,

That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to… And Austria, hounding far and wid… Her blood-hounds thro’ the country… Breathed hot and instant on my tra…

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the bro… This autumn morning! How he sets… To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts ou… For the ripple to run over in its… Listening the while, where on the…

Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion… Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of…

A PICTURE AT FANO. Dear and great Angel, wouldst tho… That child, when thou hast done wi… Let me sit all the day here, that… Shall find performed thy special m…

Let them fight it out, friend! thi… God must judge the couple: leave t… —-Whichever one’s the guiltless, t… And whichever one the guilt’s with… II.

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her b… She plucked that piece of geranium… Beginning to die too, in the glass…

Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us b…

Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity… Draw round my bed: is Anselm keep… Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I… She, men would have to be your mot… Old Gandolf envied me, so fair sh…

LAST night I saw you in my sleep… And how your charm of face was cha… I asked ‘Some love, some faith yo… You answered ‘Faith gone, love es… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:

The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d; The lark’s on the wing;

I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?