I wrote my name upon the sand, And trusted it would stand for aye… But, soon, alas! the refluent sea Had washed my feeble lines away. I carved my name upon the wood,

This verdant field that smiles to… In Nature’s bright array, From common uses set apart, We consecrate to-day. ‘God’s Acre’ be it fitly called,

Friar Anselmo (God’s grace may he… Committed one sad day a deadly sin… Which being done he drew back, sel… From the rebuking presence of the… And, kneeling down, besought, with…

My Charlie has gone to the war, My Charlie so brave and tall; He left his plough in the furrow, And flew at his country’s call. May God in safety keep him,-

Underneath protected branches, fro… Stands the house of Grand’ther Ba… Square of shape and solid-timbered… In the days of Whig and Tory, und… Many a time, I well remember, I h…

Fair Harvard, dear guide of our y… At thy name all our hearts own a t… We turn from life’s highways, its… We are boys in thy tutelage still. And the warm blood of youth to our…

As we meet in thy name, Alma Mate… All our hearts and our hopes are a… And love for the mother that nurtu… Beats high in the breast of each s… The sweet chords of Memory bridge…

Fair Harvard, the months have acc… And a year stands full-orbed and c… Since last at thy summons, with du… Thy children sat here at thy feet. Since last in thy presence, grown…

There’s a fountain of Fable whose… Time’s ravages all could repair, And replace the bowed form and the… The wrinkles and silvery hair, By the brown flowing locks and the…

Throw open wide your golden gates, O poet-landed month of June, And waft me, on your spicy breath, The melody of birds in tune. O fairest palace of the three,

KING COTTON looks from his wi… Towards the westering sun, And he marks, with an anguished ho… That his race is almost run. His form is thin and shrunken;

‘DEAR Charlie,’ breathed a soldi… ‘O comrade true and tried, Who in the heat of battle Pressed closely to my side; I feel that I am stricken,

A violet grew by the river-side, And gladdened all hearts with its… While over the fields, on the scen… It breathed a rich perfume. But the clouds grew dark in the an…

FLORENCE wears an added grace, All her earlier honors crowning; Dante’s birthplace, Art’s fair ho… Holds the dust of Barrett Brownin… Guardian of the noble dead

To Egypt’s king, who ruled beside The reedy river’s flow, Came God’s command, ‘Release, O… And let my people go.’ The king’s proud heart grew hard a…

‘Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chi… When I want her most she’s out of… Child, you’re running a long accou… Up, to be squared on Judgment-day… ‘Where have you been? and what hav…

Thirty years have come and gone, Melting away like Southern Snows, Since, in the light of a summer’s… I went to the garden to seek my R… Mine! Do you hear it, silver moon…

An old frog lived in a dismal swam… In a dismal kind of way; And all that he did, whatever befe… Was to croak the livelong day. Croak, croak, croak,

In the far-off Polar seas, Far beyond the Hebrides, Where the icebergs, towering high, Seem to pierce the wintry sky, And the fur-clad Esquimaux

It is the year’s high noon, The earth sweet incense yields, And o’er the fresh, green fields Bends the clear sky of June. I leave the crowded streets,

I have a beautiful castle, With towers and battlements fair; And many a banner, with gay device… Floats in the outer air. The walls are of solid silver;

One autumn day, when hedges yet we… And thick-branched trees diffused… Hard by where Avon rolls its silv… I stood in silent thought by Shak… O happy church, beneath whose marb…

I am glad that you have come, Arthur, from the dusty town; You must throw aside your cares, And relax your legal frown. Coke and Littleton, avaunt!

One golden summer day, Along the forest-way, Young Colin passed with blithesom… His locks with careless grace Rimmed round his handsome face

Is flashed across the wires; Speed, speed the news from State… Light up the signal fires! Let all the bells from all the tow… A joyous peal ring out;

IN the hushed hours of night, whe… I hear the strange cry of the lone… Who Chants, without ceasing, that… Of which the sole burden is still,… And why should I whip him? Strang…

When the clouds in the Western sk… Flush red with the setting sun,- When the veil of twilight falls, And the busy day is done,- I sit and watch the clouds,