There is a woodland witch who lies With bloom-bright limbs and beam-bright eyes, Among the water-flags that rank The slow brook's heron-haunted bank. The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue,...
A youth went faring up and down, Alack and well-a-day. He fared him to the market town, Alack and well-a-day. And there he met a maiden fair, With hazel eyes and auburn hair;...
Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known Man to himself, a witness swift and sure, Warning, approving, true and wise and pure, Counsel and guidance that misleadeth none! By thee the mystery of life is read;...
The acorn-oak Sullens to sombre crimson all its leaves; And where it hugely heaves A giant head dark as congested blood, The gum-tree towers, against the sky a stroke...
Three words will I name thee around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee; But they had not their birth in the being without, And the heart, not the lip, must their oracle be!...
Three errors there are, that forever are found On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best; But empty their meaning and hollow their sound And slight is the comfort they bring to the breast....
A house was built by Socrates That failed the public taste to please. Some blamed the inside; some, the out; and all Agreed that the apartments were too small....
Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter: To what shall then' rarity be likened? What price shall count their worth? Perfect and much to be desired, and giving joy with riches....
"A red rose for my helmet, And a word before we part! The rose shall be my oriflamme The word shall fill my heart." Heart, Heart, Heart of my heart-- Just a look, just a word and a look!...
On summer nights when moonbeams flow And glisten o'er the high, white tips, And winds make lamentation low, As through the ribs of shattered ships, And steal about the broken brace...
There's a murmur in the air, And noise in every street - The murmur of many tongues, The noise of numerous feet - While round the Workhouse door The Laboring Classes flock,...
God bless the brawny arms of toil, The noble hearts and royal hands, That plow the plain and seed the soil, And grow the grains of laughing lands! King in the blessed vales of life...
Rising early in the morning, We proceed to light our fire; Then our Majesty adorning In its work-a-day attire, We embark without delay On the duties of the day. ...