The Wind god, Eolus, sat one morn In his cavern of tempests, quite forlorn, He'd been ill of a fever a month and a day, And the sun had been having things all his own way,...
A little child stood moaning At the hour of midnight lone, And no human ear was list'ning To the feebly wailing tone; The cold, keen blast of winter With funeral wail swept by,...
I plucked a fair flower that grew In the shadow of summer's green trees - A rose petalled flower, Of all in the bower, Best beloved of the bee and the breeze...
When the heavy, midnight shadows Gather o'er a slumbering world, And the banner folds of darkness Are in gloomy pomp unfurled, - Think, lone watcher, pale and tearful, In thy sad, unpitied lot,...
"They need not go away!" the Master said, "Give ye to them." Ah, Lord, behold our store - These loaves, these fishes, - see, we have no more! How shall this fainting throng with these be fed?...
The night was dark and dreary, And the autumn-wind went by With a sound like Sorrow's wailing In its sadly mournful cry; - The yew trees, old and drooping, Shook in the angry blast,...
[note: This poem is designed to form a part of a volume of strictly religious poetry, which the Author has in course of preparation; and is inserted here in deference to the expressed wish of a large number of friends. Its appe...
I am slowly treading the mazy track That leadeth, through sunshine and shadows, back - Through freshest meads where the dews yet cling As erst they did to each lowly thing,...
Tearing up the stubborn soil, Trudging, drudging, toiling, moiling, Hands, and feet, and garments soiling - Who would grudge the ploughman's toil? Yet there's lustre in his eye,...
I sat beside a bed of pain, And all the muffled hours were still; The breeze that bent the summer grain, Scarce sighed along the pine-clad hill; The pensive stars, the silvery moon...
We had finished our pitiful morsel, And both sat in silence a while; At length we looked up at each other. And I said, with the ghost of a smile, - "Only two little potatoes...
Landward the tide setteth buoyantly breezily, - Landward the waves ripple sparkling and free, - Ho, the proud ship, like a thing of life, easily, Gracefully sweeps o'er the white-crested sea!...
I heard a voice - twas the voice of Spring, Up from the rivulets murmuring, Singing of freedom, - thus the lay On the breezes floated away - "Joy! joy! - the chains that bound us Now disappear,...
Standing alone by the highway side, Stately, and stalwart, and tempest-tried, Staunch of body and strong of bough, Fronting the sky with an honest brow, King of the forest and field is he -...
Dark was the world when from the bowers Of forfeit Eden man went forth, With aching heart and blighted powers, To till the sterile soil of earth; Yet, even then, a glimmering light...