For Outward Show we barter Compe… Family Comfort, Credit, Friendsh… And even Love’s own dreamy Eden,… The beantifullest Flowers of Life… To breathe a soul-sweet incense to…

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…

My country! I am sore at heart fo… An in mine ear, like a storm-heral… A voice against thee gathers warni… Lo, in what hands seem now thy des… Hands grasping all, through party…

My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low

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…

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

Worldly Prosperity is often less A proof of having than of wanting… And most is thwarted by the noble… Of Wit, Love, Valor, or Benevole… I know a bloodless Thing at whose…

PALER, paler, day by day, Waxeth wordless Eva Gray, Wasting through the heart away! How shall those who wish her well, Lift the shadow erst that fell

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…

First in the human Form and Face… ’Tis seen, and in all Shapes of a… Also in Things inanimate if rare: In blending colors next, and sound… Till Thought grow gifted with tha…

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…

With what content the Forest bowe… And streams of coolness warbling,… Crawls scorchingly, at Noon, o’er… And browning herbs in the unshelte… But sweeter far the gradual degree…

Of Cora, once so dearly ours, Would mournful memory sing; Of how she came when came the flow… To leave us with the spring. That day (returned) which gave her…

Long ere I knew thee—years of lov… 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…

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…