Remember the poor, in the dark chilly day, When November's loud winds are fierce blowing; Remember the poor, at thy plentiful board, When the fire on thy bright hearth is glowing. ...
Sombre November, least belov'd of all The months that make the pleasurable year, Too late for the resplendence of the fall, Too soon for Christmas-bringing winter's cheer; Ignoble interregnum following...
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright The effluence from yon distant mountain's head, Which, strewn with snow smooth as the sky can shed, Shines like another sun, on mortal sight...
Another year! another deadly blow! Another mighty Empire overthrown! And We are left, or shall be left, alone; The last that dare to struggle with the Foe. 'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know...
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flow Of states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe, Insensible. He sits deprived of sight,...
Even so for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen Thy countenance, the still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear Sister! wert become Death's Bride:...
What dost thou here, O soul, Beyond thy own control, Under the strange wild sky? 0 stars, reach down your hands, And clasp me in your silver bands, I tremble with this mystery!--...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run, Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare....
Out of the dread eternities, The vast abyss of night, A glorious pageant rose and shone, And passed from human sight. We saw the glittering cavalcade, And heard inwove through all,...
Dullest month of all the year, - Suicidal atmosphere, Everything is dark and drear, Filling nervous minds with fear, Skies are seldom ever clear, Fogs are ever hov'ring near, -...
Than these November skies Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep; Into their gray the subtle spies Of colour creep, Changing that high austerity to delight, Till even the leaden interfolds are bright....
O affluent Sun, unwilling to abate Thy bounteous hospitality benign, Whenas we deemed the banquet o'er, thy great Gold flagon brims again with amber wine; Whenas we thought t' have seen on plain and hill...
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense,...
I leave with God to-morrow's where and how, And do concern myself but with the Now, That little word, though half the future's length, Well used, holds twice its meaning and its strength. ...