The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.Collection: Poetry
The thundering voice that wrings, in one dark, damning moment, crimes of years!Collection: Dark
Sweet flower, thou tellest how hearts as pure and tender as thy leaf, as low and humble as thy stem, will surely know the joy that peace imparts.Collection: Sweet
Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.Collection: Memorial Day
How awful is that hour when con, science stings.Collection: Awful
I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.Collection: Father
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.Collection: Farewell