Upon the gallows hung a wretch,

Too sullied for the hell

To which the law entitled him.

As nature's curtain fell

The one who bore him tottered in , —

For this was woman's son.

"'Twere all I had," she...

Poet:

I'll tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
To anger destiny, as she doth us;
How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus,

And how...

Poet:

Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite

   As blithe a little maid as you.

And, though her hair is snowy white,

   Her eyes still have their maiden blue,

And on her checks, as fair as thine,

   Methinks a girlish blush...

Poet:
Poet:

I am monarch of all I survey,

    My right there is none to dispute;

From the center all round to the sea

    I am lord of the fowl and the brute.


O solitude! where are the charms

    That sages have seen in thy...

Poet:

Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks!

Not that my muse, tho' bashful, shall deny

She would have thank'd thee rather, hadst thou cast

A treasure in her way; for neither meed

Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes...

Poet:

Victory comes late —

And is held low to freezing lips —

Too rapt with frost

To take it —

How sweet it would have tasted —

Just a Drop —

Was God so economical?

His Table's spread too high for Us...

Poet:

As I stood by yon roofless tower,

Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,

Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,

And tells the midnight moon her care.


The winds were laid, the air was still,

The stars they...

Poet:

Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone

With no green weight of laurels round his head,

But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,

And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan

For sins no bleating victim can atone,

And...

Poet:
Poet: