Henry Beck Hirst

  • The Funeral of Time

    Lo! through a shadowy valley
      March with measured step and tread
    A long array of Phantoms wan
      And pallid as the dead,—
      The white and waxen dead!
      With a crown on every head,
        And a torch in every hand
          To fright the sheeted...

  • The Fringilla Melodia

    Happy song-sparrow, that on woodland side
      Or by the meadow sits, and ceaseless sings
    His mellow roundelay in russet pride,
      Owning no care between his wings.

    He has no tax to pay, nor work to do:
      His round of life is ever a pleasant one;
    For...