Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door;...
'Twas a rich night in June. The air was all Fragrance and balm, and the wet leaves were stirred By the soft fingers of the southern wind, And caught the light capriciously, like wings...
Lo, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurled By the workers' new religion, which is oldest in the world; And the earth will feel her children treading firmly on the sod,...
Raze these long blocks of brick and stone, These huge mill-monsters overgrown; Blot out the humbler piles as well, Where, moved like living shuttles, dwell The weaving genii of the bell;...
A Trumpeter, prisoner made, Hoped his life would be spared when he said He'd no part in the fight, But they answered him--"Right, But what of the music you made?" ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day. And then, of a sudden, it up and bust, And all that was left was a mound of dust?...
There were two heavily-laden mules making a journey together. One was carrying oats and the other bore a parcel of silver money collected from the people as a tax upon salt. This, we learn, was a tax which produced much money f...
In Art some hold Themselves content If they but compass what they meant; Others prefer, their Purpose gained, Still to find Something unattained-- Something whereto they vaguely grope...
Two parrots lived, a sire and son, On roastings from a royal fire. Two demigods, a son and sire, These parrots pension'd for their fun. Time tied the knot of love sincere:...
Two are the pathways by which mankind can to virtue mount upward; If thou should find the one barred, open the other will lie. 'Tis by exertion the happy obtain her, the suffering by patience....
Alas! That breathing Vanity should go Where Pride is buried, - like its very ghost, Uprisen from the naked bones below, In novel flesh, clad in the silent boast...
Whose is the speech That moves the voices of this lonely beech? Out of the long West did this wild wind come - Oh strong and silent! And the tree was dumb, Ready and dumb, until...
If goodness were always the comrade of beauty I would seek a wife to-morrow; but as divorce between these two is no new thing, and as there are so few lovely forms that enshrine lovely souls, thus uniting both one and the other...