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  • BENEATH the low-hung night cloud
    That raked her splintering mast
    48 lines
  • I wait and watch: before my eyes
    Methinks the night grows thin and gray;
    34 lines
  • The shadows round the inland sea
    Are deepening into night;
    43 lines
  • Though flowers have perished at the touch
    Of Frost, the early comer,
    93 lines
  • UNDER the great hill sloping bare
    To cove and meadow and Common lot,
    160 lines
  • A DREAR and desolate shore!
    Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
    64 lines
  • Read at the unveiling of the bust of Elizabeth Fry at the Friends'
    School, Providence, R. I.
    117 lines
  • THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
    Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,
    89 lines
  • THE winding way the serpent takes
    The mystic water took,
    143 lines
  • The Benedictine Echard
    Sat by the wayside well,
    240 lines
  • Smoothing soft the nestling head
    Of a maiden fancy-led,
    38 lines
  • Thou hast fallen in thine armor,
    Thou martyr of the Lord
    88 lines
  • WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.
    201 lines
  • Yes, pile the marble o'er him! It is well
    That ye who mocked him in his long stern strife,
    13 lines
  • Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root
    Of old oppression sink the Saxon steel.
    30 lines
  • WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.
    Dear friends, who read the world aright,
    35 lines
  • AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE
    Old friend, kind friend! lightly down
    203 lines
  • The years are many since his hand
    Was laid upon my head,
    88 lines
  • If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
    Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
    40 lines
  • So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,
    Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame
    22 lines
  • How sweetly come the holy psalms
    From saints and martyrs down,
    43 lines
  • In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,
    Across the charmed bay
    124 lines
  • The great work laid upon his twoscore years
    Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,
    16 lines
  • ON READING HER POEM IN "THE STANDARD."
    51 lines
  • Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn
    Beside her sea-blown shore;
    53 lines
  • The lowliest born of all the land,
    He wrung from Fate's reluctant hand
    47 lines
  • Dry the tears for holy Eva,
    With the blessed angels leave her;
    33 lines
  • Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
    The solemn minarets of the pine,
    58 lines
  • "Let there be light!" God spake of old,
    And over chaos dark and cold,
    38 lines
  • THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
    Fast the red-winged terror sped;
    144 lines
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