• Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die

    And are too seldom born —

  • Far from Love the Heavenly Father

    Leads the Chosen Child,

    Oftener through Realm of Briar

    Than the Meadow mild.


    Oftener by the Claw of Dragon

    Than the Hand of Friend

    Guides the Little One predestined

    To the Native Land.

  • Companion dear, the hour draws nigh,

    The sentence speeds—to die, to die.

    So long in mystic union held,

    So close with strong embrace compelled,

    How canst thou bear the dread decree

    That strikes thy clasping nerves from me?

    To Him who on this...

  •         There was a fountain in my heart

                Whose deeps had not been stirred;

            A thirst for music in my soul

                My ear had never heard; --

     

            A feeling of the incomplete

                To all bright things allied;

            A sense of something beautiful,
    ...

  • Farewell, farewell, unwashed Russia,

    The land of slaves, the land of lords,

    And you, blue uniforms of gendarmes,

    And you, obedient to them folks.


    Perhaps beyond Caucasian mountains

    I’ll hide myself from your pashas,

    From their eyes that are all-seeing,

    From their ever hearing ears...

  • Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —

    She felled — He did not fall —

    Impaled Him on Her fiercest stakes —

    He neutralized them all —


    She stung Him — sapped His firm Advance —

    But when Her Worst was done

    And He — unmoved regarded Her —

    Acknowledged Him a Man.

  • As when the night its highest noon attains,

    And not a cloud o'ercasts the blue serene,

    The stars diffus'd through all th' etherial plains,

    And all array'd in living light are seen;


    So in this night of time what patterns rise,

    Rich in celestial lustres, to adorn,

    And bless our world, till from these...

  • WHilst you, Athenia, with assiduous toil

    Reap the rich fruits of learning's fertile soil;

    Now search whate'er historick truth has shewn,

    And make the...

  • Few, yet enough,

    Enough is One —

    To that ethereal throng

    Have not each one of us the right

    To stealthily belong?

  • Finding is the first Act

    The second, loss,

    Third, Expedition for

    The "Golden Fleece"


    Fourth, no Discovery —

    Fifth, no Crew —

    Finally, no Golden Fleece —

    Jason — sham — too.