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Written at the old home in PortlandThe day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering..

The Slaver in the broad lagoonLay moored with idle sail;He waited for the rising moon,And for the evening gale.Under the shore his boat was tied,And..

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmistTell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!--For the soul is dead that..

JanuaryJanus am I; oldest of potentates;Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates,The years that through my portals..

O ye dead Poets, who are living stillImmortal in your verse, though life be fled,And ye, O living Poets, who are deadThough ye are living, if neglect..

In Mather's Magnalia Christi,Of the old colonial time,May be found in prose the legendThat is here set down in rhyme.A ship sailed from New Haven,And..

On the Mountains of the Prairie,On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,Gitche Manito, the mighty,He the Master of Life, descending,On the red crags of..

Somewhat back from the village streetStands the old-fashioned country-seat.Across its antique porticoTall poplar-trees their shadows throw;And from..

Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old,Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stoneUpon the Arno, as St. Michael's ownWas planted on the dragon. Fold by..

I saw, as in a dream sublime,The balance in the hand of Time.O'er East and West its beam impended;And day, with all its hours of light,Was slowly..

et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins hautque la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, demaladie, et de peril de mort..

To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;Love was not felt till noble heart beat high,Nor before love the..

Clear fount of light! my native land on high,Bright with a glory that shall never fade!Mansion of truth! without a veil or shade,Thy holy quiet meets..

After so long an absenceAt last we meet agin:Does the meeting give us pleasure,Or does it give us pain?The tree of life has been shaken,And but few..

THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHAESTUSHEPHAESTUS (standing before the statue of Pandora.)Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne,Nor forged of iron like..

Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet how lostTo all that gladdens the fair earth; the eyeThat watched her being; the maternal careThat kept and nourished..

Of Edenhall, the youthful LordBids sound the festal trumpet's call.He rises at the banquet board,And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers all,'Now bring..

On the cross the dying SaviourHeavenward lifts his eyelids calm,Feels, but scarcely feels, a tremblingIn his pierced and bleeding palm.And by all the..

Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,His chestnut steed with four white feet,Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,Son of the road and bandit chief,Seeking..

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,That of our vices we can frameA ladder, if we will but treadBeneath our feet each deed of shame!All common..

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,Close by the street of this fair seaport town,Silent beside the never-silent waves,At rest in all..

When the summer harvest was gathered in,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin,And the ploughshare was in its furrow left,Where the stubble..

O Lord! who seest, from yon starry heightCentred in one the future and the pastFashioned in thine own image, seeThe world obscures in me what once..

Full of wrath was HiawathaWhen he came into the village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice and the..

Warm and still is the summer night,As here by the river's brink I wander;White overhead are the stars, and whiteThe glimmering lamps on the hillside..