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...

Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate,Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword,The children of...

Ye Bards in all your thousand dens,Great souls with fewer pence than pens,Sublime adorers of Apollo,With folios full,...

Arm'd year! year of the struggle!No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!Not you as some...

Now, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,And German professors may take a back seat,For their colours we're going to...

They recruited William EvansFrom the ploughtail and the spade;Ten years' service in the DevonsLeft him smart as they...

I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,In the fields between La Bass'e and Bethune;Primroses and the first...

John Dillinger and Baby-Faced Nelsonin a dream together- one shooting holes thrutheories of his untimely death,the...

My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?What is the use, I feel like saying. That two piecesOf bread are more...

I only woke this morningTo find the world is fair,I'm going on for forty,With scarcely one grey hair;I'm going on for...

Where the rails converge to the station yardShe stands one moment, breathing hard,And then, with a snort and a clang...

The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweepsAnd dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,And lites the gas and...

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

Like Bunyan's pilgrim with his pack,Forth went the dreaming youthTo seek, to find, and make his ownWisdom, virtue,...

Why speak of Rajah rubies,And roses of the South?I know a sweeter crimsonA baby's mouth.Why speak of Sultan...

As a drenched, drowned beeHangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,So clings to meMy baby, her brown hair brushed...

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...

When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grassThe little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind,They...

I.A little soul scarce fledged for earthTakes wing with heaven again for goalEven while we hailed as fresh from...

A little white soul went up to God,Out of the mire of the city street;It grew like a flower in the highway...