Alike I hate to be your debtor, Or write a mere perfunctory letter… For letters, so it seems to me, Our careless quintessence should b… Our real nature’s truant play

I du believe in Freedom’s cause, Ez fur away ez Paris is; I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal Pharisees; It’s wal enough agin a king

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, w… Mute as a cloud amid the stormy ha… And said: ‘O Skald, sing now an o… Such as our fathers heard who led… And, as the bravest on a shield is…

Thy love thou sendest oft to me, And still as oft I thrust it back… Thy messengers I could not see In those who everything did lack, The poor, the outcast and the blac…

I spose you recollect thet I expl… In the last billet thet I writ, '… Jest arter I’d a kin’ o’ ben spon… To run unannermously fer the Pres… O’ course it worn’t no wish o’ min…

O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

A FRAGMENT Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast Of bisons the far prairie shaking, The notes crowd heavily and fast As surfs, one plunging while the l…

I know a falcon swift and peerless As e’er was cradled In the pine; No bird had ever eye so fearless, Or wing so strong as this of mine. The winds not better love to pilot

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? Are ye not base slaves indeed,

Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape’s bewildering j… We worship, unforbid of thee; And as her incense floats and curl… In airy spires and wayward whirls,

Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing! To-night the triple Zoroaster Shall my prophet be and master; To-night will I pure Magian be, Hymns to thy sole honor raising,

God makes sech nights, all white a… Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an’ snow on field an’ hi… All silence an’ all glisten. Zekle crep’ up quite unbeknown

The moon shines white and silent On the mist, which, like a tide Of some enchanted ocean, O’er the wide marsh doth glide, Spreading its ghost-like billows