Works

From the German of Dessler.O Lord, how happy is the timeWhen in thy love I rest!When from my weariness I climbEven to...

Better than granite, Spoon River,Is the memory-picture you keep of meStanding before the pioneer men and womenThere...

I knew that a baby was hid in the house;Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry,But the husband went tiptoeing round...

Let others prate of Greece and Rome,And towns where they may never be,The muse should wander nearer home.My country...

One moment bid the horses wait,Since tiffin is not laid till three,Below the upward path and straitYou climbed a year...

Ah, London! London! our delight,Great flower that opens but at night,Great City of the Midnight Sun,Whose day begins...

The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal,And the Old Woman knew what he said,And she grew pale at the Raven's...

I climb the highest cliff; I hear the soundOf dashing waves; I gaze intent around;I mark the gray cope, and the...

When I look on thee and feel how dear,How pure, and how fair thou art,Into my eyes there steals a tear,And a shadow...

Aboard, at a ship's helm,A young steersman, steering with care.A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,An...

I know in your song, dzhigit, there isA flame and love to the native land.But the warrior is famous not for his...

It's out and away at break of day,To frolic and run in the sun-sweet hay:It's up and out with a laugh and shoutLet...

Dear mother, dry those flowing tears,They grieve me much to see;And calm, oh! calm thine anxious fears -What dost...

Here at right of the entrance this bronze head,Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,Everything else withered and...

I will accept thy will to do and be,Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd...

Rest here, my horse, the night is dull, - the blood-sick stars are gone,Listen, for thou like me wert bred in far...

I made a bitter songWhen I was a boy,About a girlWith hot earth-coloured hair,Who lived with meAnd left me.I made a...

A song of the good green grass!A song no more of the city streets;A song of farms'a song of the soil of fields.A song...

Let it not your wonder move,Less your laughter, that I love.Though I now write fifty years,I have had, and have, my...

See the chariot at hand here of Love,Wherein my lady rideth!Each that draws is a swan or a dove,And well the car Love...