Heartsease and Rue

The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill Makes next-door gossips of the antipodes, Confutes poor Hope’s last fallacy of ease,-- The distance that divided her from ill: Ear...

Now forth into the darkness all are gone, But memory, still unsated, follows on, Retracing step by step our homeward walk, With many a laugh among our serious talk, Across the b...

Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall The sunset stays: that hill in glory rolled, Those trees and clouds in crimson and in gold, Burn on, nor cool when evening’s shadows fall....

Goddess, reclimb thy heaven, and be once more An inaccessible splendor to adore, A faith, a hope of such transcendent worth As bred ennobling discontent with earth; Give back th...

Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze, By Memory reared, the artist wise and holy, From stainless quarries of deep-buried days. There, as I muse in soothing melancholy, Your f...

The next whose fortune ’twas a tale to tell Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well, And after thinking wondered why they did, For half he seemed to let them, half for...

“By this time Obed had his wits thawed out, And, looking at the other half in doubt, Took off his fox-skin cap to scratch his head, Donned it again, and drawled forth, 'Mean he’...

And yet who would change the old dream for new treasure? Make not youth’s sourest grapes the best wine of our life? Need he reckon his date by the Almanac’s measure Who is twent...