• 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 stricken gasped —

    Oh, what a livid boon!

  • 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 posterity shall know it too;
    How thine may out-...

  • 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 would glow

    If she recalled the valentine

       She got, ah! many years ago....

  • 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 face?

    Better dwell in the midst of alarms

        Than reign in this horrible...

  • 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

    And bowel-raking pains of emptiness,

    Nor noontide feast, nor ev'ning's cool...

  • 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 —

    Unless We dine on tiptoe —

    Crumbs — fit such little mouths —

    ...

  • 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 shot alang the sky;

    The fox was howling on the hill,

    And the distant echoing...

  • 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 sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.


    Girt was he in a garment black and red,...