From cold Norse caves or buccanee… Oft come repenting tempests here t… Bewailing old-time wrecks and robb… They shrive to priestly pines with… Breathe salutary balms through lan…

My soul is like the oar that momen… Dies in a desperate stress beneath… Then glitters out again and sweeps… Each second I’m new-born from som…

O marriage-bells, your clamor tell… Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels… —And I wed Goodman Death! My brain is blank, my tears are re…

[Not long ago a certain Georgia c… by awaking each morning to find th… quite outgrown the cotton overnigh… in defiance of his lazy freedmen’s… set the whole State in a laugh by…

The storm that snapped our fate’s… Hath blown my half o’ the wreck fr… O Love! O Love! across the gray-… To thee-ward strain my eyes, my ar… I ask my God if e’en in His sweet…

In my sleep I was fain of their f… Of the live-oak, the marsh, and th… The little green leaves would not… Up-breathed from the marshes, a me… Interwoven with waftures of wild s…

What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.

By the Eldest Grandson. A rainbow span of fifty years, Painted upon a cloud of tears, In blue for hopes and red for fear… Finds end in a golden hour to-day.

‘Thou Ship of Earth, with Death,… And fires of Desires burning hotl… I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for… At battle on the deck, and the wil… ’The dewdrop morn may fall from of…

As Love will carve dear names upo… Symbol of gravure on his heart to… So thought I thine with loving te… In the growth and substance of my… But, writing it, my tears begin to…

Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…

To-day the woods are trembling thr… With shimmering forms, that flash… Then melt in green as dawn-stars m… The leaves that wave against my ch… Like women’s hands; the embracing…

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chi… Complain no more; for these, O he… Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute’s fixt fret, that runs at…

‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…

Fair is the wedded reign of Night… Each rules a half of earth with di… Exchanging kingdoms, East and Wes… Like the round pearl that Egypt d… The sun half sinks i’ the brimming…