Each heart has its haunted chamber… Where the silent moonlight falls! On the floor are mysterious footst… There are whispers along the walls… And mine at times is haunted

MILES STANDISH In the Old Colony days, in Plymo… To and fro in a room of his simple… Clad in doublet and hose, and boot… Strode, with a martial air, Miles…

Sweet babe! true portrait of thy f… Sleep on the bosom that thy lips h… Sleep, little one; and closely, ge… Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother’s… Upon that tender eye, my little fr…

Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart wa… As by a magnet, and who are not de… But absent, and their memories ove… With other thoughts and troubles o…

All praised the Legend more or le… Some liked the moral, some the ver… Some thought it better, and some w… Than other legends of the past; Until, with ill-concealed distress

The brooklet came from the mountai… As sang the bard of old, Running with feet of silver Over the sands of gold! Far away in the briny ocean

Nothing the greatest artist can co… That every marble block doth not c… Within itself; and only its design The hand that follows intellect ca… The ill I flee, the good that I b…

We sat within the farm—house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea—breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,

Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasi… No man dared to strive with Kwasi… No man could compete with Kwasind… But the mischievous Puk-Wudjies,

King Solomon, before his palace g… At evening, on the pavement tessel… Was walking with a stranger from t… Arrayed in rich attire as for a fe… The mighty Runjeet-Sing, a learne…

A handful of red sand, from the ho… Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy… The minister of Thought. How many weary centuries has it be…

Becalmed upon the sea of Thought, Still unattained the land it sough… My mind, with loosely-hanging sail… Lies waiting the auspicious gales. On either side, behind, before,

Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed m… Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows,

Shepherd! who with thine amorous s… Hast broken the slumber that encom… Who mad’st thy crook from the accu… On which thy powerful arms were st… Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fo…

‘Ah, how short are the days! How… In the old country the twilight is… Suddenly comes the dark, with hard… Hardly a moment between the two li… Yet how grand is the winter! How…