Who sees him walk the street, can… To question thus his friend, What… So much hath Nature, as ’tis oft… Stamped inward trickery on the out… And yet, with her great interdicti…

THE world’s heart is kindless and… As the head of the wandering Jew, And can never be won from the caus… Till man to Humanity’s true; There’s a path to redemption—but t…

I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…

POWER’S a cheat, success but tr… Even pleasure bears a sting; Still ’tis useless, useless sighin… Rather list to Hope replying— “The flowers must come again with…

Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild, Hush! While in her heart she spea… To the spirit of her child: “Were we not to one another

Man were a grinding Niggard, lean… Even in his youth, and in his rich… Didst Thou ne’er leave thy Blessi… If not from Thee, whence were the… The scornful injuries lowly hearts…

Who doubteth, when the morning sta… Her lamp of beauty, that the day i… Or, where prime odours track the b… That rare flowers in the vicinage… Or, where the wild bees all about…

A Genius caged in niceties of art… A full-souled Bard that should ha… Creatively peculiar-not as taught By models which (though rare and r… As polished jewels set in chastene…

WHEN Deborah the prophetess rule… And Sisera died under Jael’s fier… His mother looked forth at the clo… When the roar of the war died in s… And she cried, “Still his charrio…

How beautiful doth the morning ris… O’er the hills, as from her bower… Comes brightened-blushing with the… Of love that now consummated suppl… All her full heart can wish, and t…

MINE heart is heavy with an anci… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my soul, in the re… And balminess of Song, the cheat…

I was one so deeply drowned, That when the drag my body found, Twas void of motion, void of breat… And to sensation dead as death. In a languid summer mood

I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,

HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I mu… And straight it gathers from the g… My soul its mirror, which (as some… Impictures the cerulean smiles of… Through the hushed night retains i…

As his bark dashed away on the nig… And out towards the South he was… First there passed o’er his spirit… Then the light of a vision amazing… As rises the moon, from the white…