She saw on the far bank a golden a… A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so darkly da… By sunshine land she was loth to l… She looked, and she longed, till t…

Leave me my dreams, and I shall n… Youth’s eager hours, love’s restle… Leave me my dreams, a castled gard… Where all unchid my wand’ring feet… Leave me my dreams, the foe is at…

The ship is sinking, come ye one a… Stand fast and so this weakness ov… Come ye strong hands and cheery vo… ‘Stand by!’ The ship is sinking in a summer se…

‘May I go to the field,’ said the… ‘Where the corn grows sweet and hi… ‘Is there aught on the stile,’ sai… ‘Or what do I there espy?’ ‘'Tis a shepherd’s lad, but he dre…

In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human… If he hearken but to the voice of… Then heaven is his when his work i… But if to the other his ear doth t…

A scallop shell, loosed by the lif… Had left a friendly shore, the sea… Its lips of pink and snowy hollow… Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the… It gleamed and passed—you burdened…

How restless are the dead whose si… In to our lone retreat or solitary… Within the dew-wet wood or sun-enc… We meet them face to face, we hear… How powerful are the dead whose vo…

There is a shadow on the head I l… There is a danger lurks thy path u… It murmurs low as coos the mating… It calls in grey and gathered clou… For thee, for thee, Kathleen ni-H…

The little babe I held upon my kn… Had not yet banished from his slee… The dreams of some lost world from… Nor missed some angel-choirèd para… Strange little soul that claimed m…

In the springtime once I wandered… Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in… And a path stretched long before m… While the birds, so sweetly singin… Down the path, with song and laugh…

On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows

When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended. Across my eyes her tangled locks

I crave of you pardon to-day, Yesterday I was mad when I spoke; But the dream of our friendship wa… And my heart seemed to die when I… I forgot when the fair image grew

At the convent doors, full of alar… She stood, like a young bird quitt… Her first flight flown right into… Her first tears wept upon my breas… It was the young dove, wond’ring a…

When first you came to London Tow… Just five years old, I said—‘He’ll ask for marble hall… All paved with gold!’ I thought—‘He’ll weep, so stricke…