A LEGEND OF BREGENZ. BY ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. Girt round with rugged mountains The fair Lake Constance lies； In her blue heart reflected, Shine back ...
GOOD WILL. BY JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE. I suppose you all, my boys, are looking for some sort of success in life； it is right that you should； but wha...
ON THE BANKS OF THETENNESSEE BY WILLIAM D. GALLAGHER. I sit by the open window, And look to the hills away, Over beautiful undulations That glow with ...
THE BUGLE SONG. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story： The long light shakes across the lakes, And the...
MY COUNTRY. I love my country's vine-clad hills, Her thousand bright and gushing rills, Her sunshine and her storms； Her rough and rugged rocks th...
DEAR COUNTRY MINE. BY RICHARD WATSON GILDEDear country mine! far in that viewless west, And ocean-warded, strife thou too hast known; But may thy sun ...
THE THREE GUIDES Spirit of Earth！ thy hand is chill： I've felt its icy clasp； And, shuddering, I remember still That stony-hearted grasp. Thine ey...
DOMESTIC PEACE. Why should such gloomy silence reign, And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor death, nor want, hav...
THE NARROW WAY. Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way, And faint before the truth. It is the only...
LINES WRITTEN FROM HOME. Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground, With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders round Wit...