Spider-webs in Verse: A Collection of Lyrics for Leisure Moments, Spun at Idle Hours

On the other hand, who has not read some of the noblest works of Shakespeare, Burns, Milton, Tennyson, Longfellow, Bryant, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes? And who does not feel nobler...

Proper conception and appreciation of the poetic, whether in objects of nature or in the mirror of words reflecting the human heart, presupposes a delicate and divinely wrought...

I lay almost breathless, wondering. Wouldn’t you, my friend, if you should see such a thing in your room? You may not know what you would do in such case. Possibly you say you w...

Oh I’se gittin’ ol’ an’ grizzled, An’ I haint got long to stay; My head hab got to noddin’ An’ I haint right well noway. Oh I’se gwine, gwine to leab you, An’ doan’ you chillun...

Surely, surely, I thought, these breathers of harmony cannot be ugly spiders. They are too human--or shall I say too divine?--for that. I had been so absorbed in the two songs t...

Like the star That afar Throws its silver-wrought beams As it peacefully dreams On the cradle-swung crest Of the billows of blue, Oh on thy breast So let me rest, Oh rest, Rest,...

Ah me!-- O’er the wide Deep I glide Where flows For me Either waters ’mid the plashes Of the lacing star-light lashes, Or a sea ’mid lightning gashes With their booming cannon-c...

Oh they thought they would be such poets, you see, And such wonderful, marvelous scholars, you know, When they planted my brains in their noddles to grow! But my--oh--oh! what f...

It is life just to love With a heart’s true devotion: ’Tis the great law Above. It is life just to love,-- For the soul just to move With a sweet, wild emotion. It is life just...

No word, no act, no consecrated gift of mine, how great or slight soever it may be, can ever repay the beneficence and love of you to whom I owe life and whatever of prosperity...