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Ye voices, that aroseAfter the Evening's close,And whispered to my restless heart repose!Go, breathe it in the earOf all who doubt and fear,And say..

Aspasie, trillistos.I heard the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls!I saw her sable skirts all fringed with lightFrom the..

When the hours of Day are numbered,And the voices of the NightWake the better soul, that slumbered,To a holy, calm delight;Ere the evening lamps are..

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue and goldenStars, that in the..

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream! -For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life..

PRELUDE.Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping boughs..

Once more, once more, Inarimé,I see thy purple hills!--once moreI hear the billows of the bayWash the white pebbles on thy shore.High o'er the..

MELIBOEUS.Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.We our country's..

Under a spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands;The Smith, a mighty man is he,With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny..

Under the walls of MontereyAt daybreak the bugles began to play,Victor Galbraith!In the mist of the morning damp and gray,These were the words they..

White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nestSo wonderfully built among the reedsOf the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds,As sayeth thy old historian..

Behold! a giant am I!Aloft here in my tower,With my granite jaws I devourThe maize, and the wheat, and the rye,And grind them into flour.I look down..

The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveller hastens toward the town,And the..

In St. Luke's Gospel we are toldHow Peter in the days of oldWas sifted;And now, though ages intervene,Sin is the same, while time and sceneAre..

As the birds come in the Spring,We know not from where;As the stars come at eveningFrom depths of the air;As the rain comes from the cloud,And the..

I thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies--Of itself would arise and writeMy thanks and my surprise.When you gave it me under the..

I see amid the fields of AyrA ploughman, who, in foul and fair,Sings at his taskSo clear, we know not if it isThe laverock's song we hear, or his,Nor..

What an image of peace and restIs this little church among its graves!All is so quiet; the troubled breast,The wounded spirit, the heart..

Into the darkness and the hush of nightSlowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,And with it fade the phantoms of the day,The ghosts of men and..

Like two cathedral towers these stately pinesUplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;The arch beneath them is not built with stones,Not Art..

How cold are thy baths, Apollo!Cried the African monarch, the splendid,As down to his death in the hollowDark dungeons of Rome he..

Am I a king, that I should call my ownThis splendid ebon throne?Or by what reason, or what right divine,Can I proclaim it mine?Only, perhaps, by..

Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harborMotionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud;Dreamily glimmer the sails of..

With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,We sailed for the Hesperides,The land where golden apples grow;But that, ah! that was long ago.How far, since..

Dead he lay among his books!The peace of God was in his looks.As the statues in the gloomWatch o'er Maximilian's tomb,So those volumes from their..