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She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways
"She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways" She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mosy tone…
The Magi
The Magi NOW as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all…
Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong
Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthenin…
Night Song at Amalfi
Night Song at Amalfi I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love -- It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go --…
To Morning
To Morning O holy virgin! clad in purest white, Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light Rise from the chambers of the east…
In Bondage
In Bondage I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her childr…
Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha
Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the dew and damp of meadows…
Autumn: A Dirge
Autumn: A Dirge The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth is her death-bed, in a shr…
An Acre Of Grass
An Acre Of Grass PICTURE and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house Where nothing stirs but a mouse. My te…
The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I
The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I Quis multa gracilis te puer in Rosa Rendred almost word for word without Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the Language permit.…
My Vision
My Vision Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time A vision sweet to me. I see my mother sitting In the old familiar plac…
Gracia
Gracia Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her, My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her I shall not hesitate to challenge t…
Substitute For An Epitaph
Substitute For An Epitaph Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here HAROLD lies, but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand jus…
Freedom
Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoic…
Cologne
Cologne In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches; I counted two and seventy stenches, All well de…
[Month of) July
[Month of) July The Kings come riding back from the Crusade, The purple Kings and all their mounted men; They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade; The Kings have broken do…
Clara Morris (Written for a Benefit Given Mrs. Morris)
Clara Morris (Written for a Benefit Given Mrs. Morris) The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regions Where souls of artists are fitted for birth, Gathered together their lovely legions A…
The Crystal Gazer
The Crystal Gazer I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see th…
Come Up From The Fields, Father
Come Up From The Fields, Father Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete; And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis…
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (…
Hellas
Hellas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?-…
Sonnet 04 - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
Sonnet 04 - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing,…
Cyprian, in my dream
Cyprian, in my dream Cyprian, in my dream the folds of a purple kerchief shadowed your cheeks --- the one Timas one time sent, a timid gift, all the way from Phocaea Sappho tr.…
A Child's Hymn
A Child's Hymn Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep; Bid Thy angels, pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep. My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy Fa…