BENEATH the low-hung night clou… That raked her splintering mast The good ship settled slowly, The cruel leak gained fast. Over the awful ocean

The pines were dark on Ramoth hil… Their song was soft and low; The blossoms in the sweet May win… Were falling like the snow. The blossoms drifted at our feet,

Beside that milestone where the le… Nigh unto setting, sheds his last,… On word and work irrevocably done, Life’s blending threads of good an… I hear, O friends! your words of…

They left their home of summer eas… Beneath the lowland’s sheltering t… To seek, by ways unknown to all, The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the val…

I did but dream. I never knew What charms our sternest season wo… Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow

In calm and cool and silence, once… I find my old accustomed place amo… My brethren, where, perchance, no… Shall utter words; where never hym… Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor ce…

THEY sat in silent watchfulness The sacred cypress-tree about, And, from beneath old wrinkled bro… Their failing eyes looked out. Gray Age and Sickness waiting the…

I would not sin, in this half-play… Too light perhaps for serious year… Of the enforced leisure of slow pa… Against the pure ideal which has d… My feet to follow its far-shining…

Oh, praise an’ tanks! De Lord he… To set de people free; An’ massa tink it day ob doom, An’ we ob jubilee. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea wave…

I love the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through… The songs of Spenser’s golden day… Arcadian Sidney’s silvery phrase, Sprinkling our noon of time with f…

NOT without envy Wealth at times… On their brown strength who wield… And scythe, or at the forge-fire s… Or the steel harness of the steeds… All who, by skill and patience, an…

I HEARD the train’s shrill whis… I saw an earnest look beseech, And rather by that look than speec… My neighbor told me all. And, as I thought of Liberty

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead… That all of thee we loved and cher… Has with thy summer roses perished… And left, as its young beauty fled… An ashen memory in its stead,

A railway conductor who lost his l… railway, May 9, 1873. CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always… Be said with reverence!) as the sw… Smitten to death, a crushed and ma…

IT chanced that while the pious t… Fought in the crusade Pio Nono pr… What time the holy Bourbons staye… (The Hur and Aaron meet for such… Stretched forth from Naples towar…