Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress - Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness - Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again,...
When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful Guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands...
Oh! say, shall those ties, now so sacred and dear, That with rainbow hues tint all our wanderings here, Be regarded no more in that heavenly sphere Whose portal's the grave? ...
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, Are yet before me; yet do I behold The broad full visage, chest of amplest mould, The vestments 'broidered with barbaric pride:...
Recorders ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior I will tell you what to say of me; Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,...
A magnificent Red Devil splayed out in his tracks; this tumultuous soul, baron of the backwoods with his provenance unknown ... this compromise to individuality abandons him to chorome death...
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand; Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,...
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, Ridged o'er with many a drifted heap; The wind that through the pine-trees sung The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung; While, through the window, frosty-starred,...
Sweet little myth of the nursery story - Earliest love of mine infantile breast, Be something tangible, bloom in thy glory Into existence, as thou art addressed! Hasten! appear to me, guileless and good -...
Without horror you devour dead flesh every day. And dead blood is a sweet syrup for you. Aren't you afraid? - Indeed your earliest fathers also had, And before you awoke,...
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air...
Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn And be'n a-handlin' the concern, I've travelled round the grand old State Of Indiany, lots, o' late! I've canvassed Crawferdsville and sweat...
God's mean and careless servant - while I wander Deep in the madness of Philosophy, - Now backward I must set my sail, and ponder Where my forsaken course retraced shall be....
For his religion it was fit To match his learning and his wit: 'Twas Presbyterian true blue; For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant;...
Dear Madam, Many thanks for your missive so charming in verse, So kind and descriptive, so friendly and terse; It came opportune on a cold stormy day, And scattered ennui and "blue devils" away;...