The groan of fallen Hosts; a torr… Of cities; battle-cries of Right… Where armies shout to rocking flee… On thundering oceans to the thunde… And high o’er all-long, long prolo…

I had a little bird, I took it from the nest; I prest it, and blest it, And nurst it in my breast. I set it on the ground,

If Time that feeds love dies to d… Immortal hours, dear friends, were… For Morn that on the hills oped e… And Eve that walked like Mary by… Where that old Dreamer, as he bui…

Friend, by whose cancelling hand d… Her debtor, and rescribe her stern… Oh with that happier light wherein… May all thine after, years be sunn… May God, to Whom my daily bliss…

Turn, turn, for my cheeks they bur… Turn by the dale, my Harry! Fill pail, fill pail, He has turned by the dale, And there by the stile waits Harr…

We could not turn from that coloss… The morning shadow of whose hideou… Darkened the furthest West, and w… His evening shade on Ind. The pol… Behind him flamed and paled, and t…

(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…

I Had a dream-I lay upon thy brea… In that sweet place where we lay l… I thought the morning woodbine to… With playful shadows whipped away… And in my sleep I cried to thee,…

Look on this flower, which, from i… Of bodily stem and branches and le… Leans lovelier, being toucht, and… A Rose, a Rose, a Rose! and, tho… Senses praise it triply unto thee,

Lord Christ, Lord Christ, ah for… Turn hence. Some day, when I agai… In the new dust of whatsoever blow Time hath in license, from Thy pe… Oh let the awful solace of thy fac…

On its late (in 1871) Inundation… Well done, old Flood, that, hidin… Beneath thy yellow veil, dost wend… Those epic hills and dales of seve… To keep watch on the stone eternit…

This morn I lay a-dreaming, This morn, this merry morn, When the cock crew shrill from ove… I heard a bugle horn. And thro’ the dream I was dreamin…

Daft Jean, The waesome wean, She cam’ by the cottage, she cam’… The laird’s ha’ o’ Wutherstanelaw… The cottar’s cot by the birken sha…

O ye who by the gaping earth Where, faint with resurrection, la… An empire struggling into birth, Her storm-strown beauty cold with… The free winds round her flowery h…

Under the green white blue of this… That and the other, and that and t… Under the up and down and the sway… There they flung him to sleep who… The Father comes back to his chil…