Poems

To the Bartholdi Statue O Liberty, God-gifted– Young and immortal maid– In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, flaming Upon […]

Weather Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be– Dead […]

With a Book Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning– Sense lacking. Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning, Save blacking.

Ballad Round youthful Henry’s restless bed His weeping friends and parents pressed; But she who raised his languid head He loved far more than all the […]

Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire Stranger, that massy, mouldering pile, Whose ivied ruins load the ground, Reechoed once to pious strains By holy sisters […]

Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain! Nor wake so soon thy genial power; For deeds of death must hail […]

Lines Written in 1799 Hail to thy pencil! well its glowing art Has traced those features painted on my heart; Now, though in distant scenes she […]

Love Elegy, to Henry Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul, Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed; No more I need the bursting sigh […]

Ode to Borrowdale IN CUMBERLAND. Hail , Derwent’s beauteous pride! Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard, Whose entrance seems to mortals barred, But to […]

On Hearing that Constantinople… [A Report, though false, at that time generally believed.] Fallen are thy towers, Byzantium! towers that stood Before the Turk’s dread fury, […]