Companioned by the lonely hours, My vigil with the stars I keep, - The happy stars that never weep, - The wakeful stars that never sleep, Spirit of me that frets and cowers,...
Crinkled oak-leaves, twinkling in the sun, Splashed by midday showers, dripping cold - Serrate oak-leaves, silvered by the sun That has brushed yon dull brown grass with gold. ...
God's mean and careless servant - while I wander Deep in the madness of Philosophy, - Now backward I must set my sail, and ponder Where my forsaken course retraced shall be....
Well satisfied with all his own, he stands Holding a trembling balance in his hands; On one scale - wealth and ease, men's praises, too - Whatever charms the soul, and keeps it true....
Serbia, valiant daughter of the Ages, Happiness and light should be thy portion! Yet thy day is dimmed, thine heart is heavy; Long hast thou endured - a little longer Bear thy burden, for a fair to-morrow...
"For nearly eighteen years upon my head The crown of Empire heavily has set. The burden on my shoulders I have borne Of an estate encumbered far and wide With debts I had to pay. Ah! everywhere...
He has a taste that's superfine who flouts at every subway sign, He reckons not that some there be, who cannot tell, unless they see Spelled plain before them on the wall, what things their own they ought to call...
On every bush are roses blooming, everywhere the nightingale To his love again is warbling plaintively his oft-told tale. Now within our balmy garden dances the tall cypress tree,...
Ant'us, as the ancient poets sing, Though in his contest with the God of Power Doomed to be conquered, stayed the fatal hour, And the onlookers set to wondering. For overborne, to Earth he'd closely cling,...
Oh, the noise of Piccadilly - its rumble and its roar! A tide of life's broad ocean surging toward the shore. Who once has listened, ever can hear its long refrain...
"Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage" High halls do not a College make, nor book-lined shelves a sage. So might I follow haltingly these olden words to show...
They loved life, even as we, who went away From their dear dwelling-place to one unknown To us who linger here. They could not stay, Nor we go with them, so they went alone. ...
I'm always glad when Christmas comes, and yet I'd like it better; If mother wouldn't bother me to write a Christmas letter To uncle John and Cousin Kate and dear old Grand-aunt Gray,...
A new year dawning on a warring world! And many fight, and many pray for peace; But yet the roar of battle will not cease, Still man against his brother man is hurled. ...
The vision fades - dome, pinnacle and tower, All the white beauty of the lake-side dream, The artist's ideal, the poet's theme Vanish away. Yet for no fleeting hour ...
I'm sure I did not break this cup; It just fell down, - I know it did - For I was only climbing up, Why do they keep the cake-box hid? - I wanted such a little bit! And then I heard that creaking door,...
Behold a long procession passing proudly, And yet no glittering pomp adorns its way, Only the emblems of our States and Nation, Only the flags that floated on the day...
The hardy youth, my friends, in bitter warfare To narrow poverty must learn to bend, And, for his spear a horseman to be dreaded, Courageous Parthians into flight must send....
We saw the Regiment, alert and strong, In marching line, on Soldiers' Field today, Ah! ready they to battle with the wrong; - This flower of youth - eager and brave and gay. ...
Sorrowful pleading on her face is written With love commingled, and my heart throbs fast, Flooded with currents of a deep emotion Stirred by the memory of that awful past....