She sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heard The mirth of my glad infancy - The orchard's earliest bird - The joyous breeze among the trees New-clad in leaf and bloom,...
Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun' Wen de sunshine 's shoutin' glory in de sky, An' de little Johnny-Jump-Ups 's jes' a-springin' f'om de groun',...
Captive! Is there a hell to him like this? A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss? He - proud and scornful, he - who laughed at law, He - scion of the deadly Iroquois,...
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not so have ventured forth alone At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am serenity. Though passions beat Like mighty billows on my helpless heart, I know beyond them lies the perfect sweet Serenity, which patience can impart. And when wild tempests in my bosom rage,...
Lean on no mortal, Love, and serve; (For service is love's complement) But it was never God's intent, Your spirit from its path should swerve, To gain another's point of view....
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still looked back To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So loathe we part from all we love....
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds, Still on that vision which is flown I dwell, On images I loved, alas, too well! Now past, and but remembered like sweet sounds...
A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood: A mile of shadow and the odorous lane: One large, white star above the solitude, Like one sweet wish: and, laughter after pain,...
Across the dripping ridges, O, look, luxurious night! She comes, the bright-haired beauty, My luminous delight! My luminous delight! So hush, ye shores, your roar,...
Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime For a life that knows no fear! Turn night-time into daytime With the sunlight of good cheer! For it's always fair weather When good fellows get together,...
Doubtless, sweet girl, the hissing lead, Wafting destruction near thy charms, And hurtling[1] o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshiped dumbly, watched with fervor from afar; And I wondered idly, blindly, if the maid would greet me kindly....
I heard this day, as I may no more, The world's heart throb at my workshop door. The sun was keen, and the day was still; The township drowsed in, a haze of heat. A stir far off on the sleepy hill,...
As thro' the land of eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O, we fell out, I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out...