I have heard a friar say That the Olive learned to pray In Gethsemane,- A holy man was he, Jacopo by name,-

I saw the human millions as the sa… Unruffled on the starlit wildernes… The day was near, and every star g… In universal dawn. Then woke a ba… Of wheeling winds, and made a migh…

Oh the wold, the wold, Oh the wold, the wold! Oh the winter stark, Oh the level dark, On the wold, the wold, the wold!

Do not mind my crying, Papa, I am… Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I a… Tho’ the wild wild wind is bideous… And I see the snow and the rain. When will you come back again,

(In Prospect Of War With Americ… Oh worst of years, by what signs s… So dire an advent? Let thy New-Y… Be night. At the east gate let th… His crown: as thro’ a temple hung…

Fire away, fire away, boys must ha… There’ll be hard work yet Before sunset: But what of the day when the boys… When the boys have played, why the…

YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead… All the sweat o’ your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed’s waste, I know, boys,

In a great house by the wide Sea… And down slow fleets and waves tha… Looked back to the first keels of… I saw the Ark, what time the shor… Began to rock to rising Ararat;

I do not say the day is long and w… For while thou art content to be a… Living in thee, oh Love, I live t… And reck not if mine own be sad an… I do not count its sorrows or its…

Rain, rain, sweet warm rain, On the wood and on the plain! Rain, rain, warm and sweet, Summer wood lush leafy and loud, With note of a throat that ripples…

O full of Faith! The Earth is ro… The dome of a great palace all of… Russ-built. Dull light distils th… Thickened and gross. Cold Fancy d… And cannot range. In winding-shee…

‘Tumble and rumble, and grumble an… Like a whale to starboard, a whale… Tumble and rumble, and grumble and… And the steamer steams thro’ the s… ‘I see the ship on the sea, love,

Traveller on foreign ground, whoe’… Tell the great tidings! They went… A Legion, and came back from vict… Two hundred men and Glory! On the… Is this ‘to losc?’ Yet, Stranger,…

A’the toun is to the doun Puin’ o’ the blaeberrie. Ab’s gane, Rab’s gane, Aggie’s gane, Maggie’s gane, A’ the toun is to the doun,

Small sheaf Of withered grass, that hast not y… Thy story, lo! I see thee once mo… And growing on the battle-field, On that last day that ever thou di…