Rippling through thy branches goes… Among thy leaves that palpitate fo… Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had p… The soul once of some tremulous in… Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah…

An ass munched thistles, while a n… From passion’s fountain flooded al… ‘Hee-haw!’ cried he, ‘I hearken,’… For such ear-largess humble thanks… ‘Friend,’ said the winged pain, ‘i…

Whether the idle prisoner through… Watches the waving of the grass-tu… Which, having colonized its rift i… Accepts God’s dole of good or evi… And from the sky’s just helmet dra…

Worn and footsore was the Prophet… When he gained the holy hill; ‘God has left the earth,’ he murmu… ‘Here his presence lingers still. ’God of all the olden prophets,

The night is dark, the stinging sl… Swept by the bitter gusts of air, Drives whistling down the lonely s… And glazes on the pavement bare. The street-lamps flare and struggl…

THEY are slaves who fear to spea… For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choos… Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink

Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, One Sundy mornin’ 'greed to go Agunnin’ soon 'z the bells wuz don… And meetin’ finally begun, So’st no one wouldn’t be about

When wise Minerva still was young And just the least romantic, Soon after from Jove’s head she f… That preternatural antic, ’Tis said to keep from idleness

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

I go to the ridge in the forest I haunted in days gone by, But thou, O Memory, pourest No magical dropp in mine eye, Nor the gleam of the secret restor…

In the old days of awe and keen-ey… The Poet’s song with blood-warm t… He saw the mysteries which circle… The outward shell and skin of dail… Nothing to him were fleeting time…

Dear Sir’€”You wish to know my no… On sartin pints thet rile the land… There’s nothin’ thet my natur so s… Es bein’ mum or underhand; I’m a straight-spoken kind o’ cree…

True as the sun’s own work, but mo… It tells of love behind the artist… Of sweet companionships with earth… And summers stored, the sunshine o… What peace! Sure, ere you breathe…

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