That man is truly great, and he al… Who venerates, of present things o… The absolute only,—is the liege of… Save God and truth; who, awed not… And shadowy scheme of life, but an…

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…

DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…

A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promi… Settled down near my Station, to… And to sell to, my men too! from w… Until then, I had screw’d just wh… And for this, to be sure, I so ha…

Fair as the Night—when all the as… Of heaven are burning in the clear… Is Nora; and her eyes, like star-… Lustrous with glowing thoughts and… And that mysterious pathos which i…

Nightly I watch the moon with sil… Flaking the city house-tops, till… Thy memory, Rosa, like a presence… Down in her light: for ever in her… Thy soul’s similitude my soul hath…

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…

How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream! Pointless things that look like po… Only, to some held-back theme! Wild unequal, agitated,

LONG ere I knew thee—years of lo… A shape would gather from my dream… The soul-sweet influence of its ge… Into my heart, to thrill it to the… Then would I wake, with lonely he…

A settler in the olden times went… With four of his most bold and tru… Into the wilderness—went forth to… New streams and wider pastures for… Increasing flocks and herds. O’er…

With a resplendent Eastern bride, Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling, ’Mid odours of so rare a steam That like a breath of love they se…

WE’LL PLANT a Tree of Liberty In the centre of the land, And round it ranged as guardians b… A vowed and trusty band; And sages bold and mighty soul’d

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,

HOW few through Memory’s dreamy… However resolute of hope, Can view the backward scene where… Their youth rejoiced—for ever cros… And not bewail as Adam erst

There’s a rare Soul of Poesie whi… But concentrated by the chastened… Of constant Hearts. Where’er the… Of beautiful Nature hath enchance… Of some Petrarchian mind, whose s…