Thou God, whose high, eternal Lov… Is the only blue sky of our life, Clear all the Heaven that bends a… The life-road of this man and wife… May these two lives be but one not…

In my sleep I was fain of their f… Of the live-oak, the marsh, and th… The little green leaves would not… Up-breathed from the marshes, a me… Interwoven with waftures of wild s…

That air same Jones, which lived… He had this pint about him: He’d swear with a hundred sighs an… That farmers MUST stop gittin’ l… And git along without 'em:

O marriage-bells, your clamor tell… Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels… —And I wed Goodman Death! My brain is blank, my tears are re…

What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.

From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.

Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chi… Complain no more; for these, O he… Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute’s fixt fret, that runs at…

Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind…

In the heart of the Hills of Life… Two springs that with unbroken flo… Forever pour their lucent streams Into my soul’s far Lake of Dreams… Not larger than two eyes, they lie

The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her… O, Moors are as fierce to kill as… —Put out the light, said he. A sweeter light than ever rayed

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle… Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops… If the round sea-wrinkles did not… So souls come down and wrinkle lif…

So one in heart and thought, I tr… That thou might’st press the strin… And both would meet in music sweet… Thou and I, I trow.

My crippled sense fares bow’d alon… His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life wit… And I wake by night and dream by… And the Morning seems but fatigue…

or, The First Steamboat up the A… You, Dinah! Come and set me whar… De Lord, HE made dese black-jack… Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on… It 'pear to me dis mornin’ I kin…