To day we part! Me far away to dw… From this the Scene that saw our… Bloom into beauty! The blue Heave… These Hills and Valleys,—and each… Where Echo hideth;—shall not thes…

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…

Think you I have not skill to gat… If I could love it as some others… Or that I lack the spirit of a bo… And resolute man in any cause that… Because I scorn to juggle with yo…

One summer morn, out of the sea-wa… A speck-like Cloud, the season’s… Came softly floating up the boundl… And o’er the sun-parched hills all… Onward she glided through the azur…

WHEN Joshua in the days of old Stood forth upon old Jordan’s ban… And past the flood that backward r… His host came dryshod, rank on ran… The warrior angel of the Lord,

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…

Who hath lain him underneath A lone oak by a lonely stream; He hath heard an utterance breathe Sadder than all else may seen. Up in its dusk boughs out-tressing…

When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote, Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning note, Did no English ear that listened,

Behold an Indian isle, reposed Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, Even like a royal bride, be-rosed With passion in her happy rest. Or, when the morn is there disclos…

The loud, apt epithet, applying su… The dim-drawn image, artfully obsc… The perfect stanza, framed of word… And round as pearls, yet liquid to… A pith of phrase, and musical arra…

Far up the River-hark! 'tls the l… Deadened by distance, of some Fow… And as into the stillness of the s… It wastes now with a dull vibrator… Look where, fast widening up at ei…

I SEE the boy-bard neath life’s… While hope’s bright cohorts guess… And ardour lightens from his earne… And faith’s cherubic wings around… Loudly the echo of his soul repeat…

IT WAS a tale of passion that we… Of two who loved, not happily, but… And evermore her gentle breast did… Like a twin-billow,—for her feelin… Upon its rhythmic grief—and brimmi…

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…

A STREAMLET is a bright and b… In some wide desert, where it keep… Of each wayfarer’s heart: The Star of Evening is a gracious… Instinct as ’twere with all the lo…