Twelve weeks had passed - how slowly! - day by day, Since formal, dull Sir Calendar had bowed Old Winter from the scene, and cried, "Make way! The Spring, the Spring!" and still a sullen cloud...
There is a stream to northward, thinly spread Over a shelving, many-fissured shale, That brawls and blusters in its shallow bed, And ends its course inglorious in a swale....
Often, when the sun is sinking O'er the mountain's glowing crest, When the earth and heaven are linking In that bond of peaceful rest; Then, the weary city spurning,...
And hath he not whereof he needs must sing? And hath he not whereof he well may boast? - He from whose kin so many a one did spring To shape the mighty rocks that guard the coast...
What news to all alike brings startling sorrow? And he is dead, the vigorous chieftain dead? Nor e'en for him would death still brook to-morrow? No more shall followers vaunt and foemen dread;...
Titanic craft of many thousand tons, A smaller Britain free to come and go, Relying on thy ten terrific guns To daunt afar the most presumptuous foe; Thick-panoplied with plates of hardened steel,...
I halted at the margin of the wood, For tortuous was the path, and overhead Low branches hung, and roots and fragments rude Of rock hindered the tardy foot. I led My timid horse, that started at our tread...
Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay; We do thee honor with a longer day; We prize thee more, we better know thy worth; We hold thee dearer in the truer north: Come, Summer, come. ...
Know'st thou the land where the pious and bold Beared Christianity's emblem of old, And civilization's beneficent reign Extended o'er anarchy's savage domain? The land of the dauntless explorers who prest...
The snow lies pure and peaceful on the ground, Serenely smiles the azure sky o'erhead: The Sabbath spirit dwells on all around, And weekly toils and discords all are fled. ...
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...
Oh! the sickening sensation! Oh! the burning agitation In my soul! Oh! the awful desolation Of my soul! And my breast is sore with sighing. Comfort to myself denying...
"Who first invented work?" asks Elia, he Whose life to an ungenial task was wed, And answers, "Satan"; but it could not be - On idleness his foul ambition fed; By idleness the heavenly domiciles...
How often, Lord, when 'tis Thy will To use the chastening rod, My soul, possessed of passions ill, Rebels against its God! Denies that Justice reigns in heaven, Doth His decrees pervade;...
Where are those days, O Caledon, So glorious and bright, In which thy star resplendent shone With passing lustrous light? Alas! alas! those happier days Are shrouded in the past,...
Now is the Sun, erst spendthrift of his rays And lavish of his largesses of light, Become a miser in his latter days, An avaricious dotard, alter'd quite. Is he the same that all the summer long...