When the reaper’s task was ended,… Parson Avery sailed from Newbury,… Dropping down the river-harbor in… Pleasantly lay the clearings in th… With the newly planted orchards dr…

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…

Who gives and hides the giving han… Nor counts on favor, fame, or prai… Shall find his smallest gift outwe… The burden of the sea and land. Who gives to whom hath naught been…

After the Danish of Christian Wi… Where, over heathen doom-rings and… In its little Christian city stan… In merry mood King Volmer sat, fo… As idle as the Goose of Gold that…

How bland and sweet the greeting o… To him who flies From crowded street and red wall’s… Till far behind him like a hideous… The close dark city lies

A bending staff I would not break… A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may sta… Whose loss might leave the soul wi…

The burly driver at my side, We slowly climbed the hill, Whose summit, in the hot noontide, Seemed rising, rising still. At last, our short noon-shadows bi…

Years since (but names to me befor… Two sisters sought at eve my door; Two song-birds wandering from thei… A gray old farm-house in the West… How fresh of life the younger one,

IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…

To-day the plant by Williams set Its summer bloom discloses; The wilding sweethrier of his pray… Is crowned with cultured roses. Once more the Island State repeat…

I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims

Of A Virginia Slave Mother T… Gone, gone,—sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swi… Where the noisome insect stings

WILDLY round our woodland quart… Sad-voiced Autumn grieves; Thickly down these swelling waters Float his fallen leaves. Through the tall and naked timber,

NOW, joy and thanks forevermore! The dreary night has wellnigh pass… The slumbers of the North are o’e… The Giant stands erect at last! More than we hoped in that dark ti…

Still, as of old, in Beavor’s Val… O man of God! our hope and faith The Elements and Stars assail, And the awed spirit holds its brea… Blown over by a wind of death.