A Collection of Poems

Summer has come, healthy and free, Whence the brown wood is aslope; The slender nimble deer leap, And the path of seals is smooth.

Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove,  When erst you left your glorious seats above  To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair,  Cadmus ...

Thou spot of earth, where from the breast of woe  My eye first rose, and in the purple glow  Of morning, and the dewy smile of love,  Mark...

Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? —  Will the sunshine come ever again? —  Will the clouds, that are weeping in sorrow, Their glorious b...

Spring, and the sharpness of the golden dawn. Before the sun was up a cooler breeze Had blown, in promise of a day of heat, And I was walkin...

O soothe thy servants' woes, and bring  Our souls to thee, most clement King;  We seek before thy mercy seat  The Virgin's intercess...

'Tis said: At the beginning of remote antiquity,  Who was there to transmit the tale?  When above and below had not yet taken shape,  By...

As a tree of the forest,  Just so, surely, is man.  His hairs are leaves.  His skin the outer bark. 

Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange--you are like me!

How frail are riches and their joys?  Morn builds the heap which eve destroys;  Yet can they leave one sure delight  The thought that we...