His echoing axe the settler swung
    Amid the sea-like solitude,
And rushing, thundering, down were flung
    The Titans of the wood;
Loud shrieked the eagle as he dashed
From out his mossy nest, which crashed
    With its supporting bough,...

When that my mood is sad, and in the noise
  And bustle of the crowd I feel rebuke,
I turn my footsteps from its hollow joys
  And sit me down beside this little brook;
The waters have a music to mine ear
    It glads me much to hear.

It is a...

A noisette on my garden path
  An ever-swaying shadow throws;
But if I pluck it strolling by,
  I pluck the shadow with the rose.

Just near enough my heart you stood
  To shadow it,—but was it fair
In him, who plucked and bore you off,
  ...

All up and down in shadow-town
  The shadow children go;
In every street you ’re sure to meet
  Them running to and fro.

They move around without a sound,
  They play at hide-and-seek,
But no one yet that I have met
  Has ever heard them...

When april rains make flowers bloom
  And Johnny-jump-ups come to light,
And clouds of color and perfume
  Float from the orchards pink and white,
I see my shamrock in the rain,
  An emerald spray with raindrops set,
Like jewels on Spring’s coronet...

From “Gebir,” Book I.
I AM not daunted, no; I will engage.
But first, said she, what wager will you lay?
A sheep, I answered, add whate’er you will.
I cannot, she replied, make that return:
Our hided vessels in their pitchy round
Seldom, unless from...

  IN vain the cords and axes were prepared,
For now the audacious seas insult the yard;
High o’er the ship they throw a horrid shade,
And o’er her burst in terrible cascade.
Uplifted on the surge, to heaven she flies,
Her shattered top half buried in the...