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Fair Cousin, thy page is small to encage the thoughts which engage the mind of a sage, such as I am;
There is in stillness oft a magic… To calm the breast, when strugglin… Touch’d by its influence, in the s… Diviner feelings, kindred with the… By this the Arab’s kindling thoug…
‘Man goeth forth’ with reckless tr… Upon his wealth of mind, As if in self a thing of dust Creative skill might find; He schemes and toils; stone, wood…
Type of the West, and glorying in… More than in Faith’s pure fame! Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock… Earned upon hostile ground; Wielding Trade’s master-keys, at…
ONCE, as I brooded o’er my guilt… A fever seized me, duties to devis… To buy me interest in my Saviour’… Not that His love I would extenua… But scourge and penance, masterful…
FRAMER of the earth and sky, Ruler of the day and night, With a glad variety, Tempering all, and making light; Gleams upon our dark path flinging…
Let the sun summon all his beams t… Bright pageant in his court, the c… Earth trim her fields and leaf her… Till the dull month with summer-sp… It is my Birthday;—and I fain wou…
‘Snapdragon’ a Riddle for a Flowe… I am rooted in the wall Of buttress’d tower or ancient hal… Prison’d in an art-wrought bed. Cased in mortar, cramp’d with lead…
HOW can I keep my Christmas feas… In its due festive show, Reft of the sight of the High Pri… From whom its glories flow? I hear the tuneful bells around,
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the enci… Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far f… Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask t…
Ladies, well I deem, delight In comely tire to move; Soft, and delicate, and bright, Are the robes they love. Silks, where hues alternate play,
Death was full urgent with thee,… And startling in his speed;— Brief pain, then languor till thy… Such was the path decreed, The hurried road
BANISH’D the House of sacred r… Amid a thoughtless throng, At length I heard its creed confe… And knelt the saints among. Artless his strain and unadorn’d,
When Heaven sends sorrow, Warnings go first, Lest it should burst With stunning might On souls too bright
I am a harp of many chords, and ea… Strung by a separate hand;—most mu… My notes, discoursing with the men… Not the outward ear. Try them, th… With wisdom, fancy, graceful gaiet…