PASSION. Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow； Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. Could the battle-strug...
THE TEACHER'S MONOLOGUE. The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity； The yoke put off, the long task done,—— I am,...
PRESENTIMENT. "Sister, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile； The wind so wildly sweeps away, The clouds so darkly pile. Th...
REGRET. Long ago I wished to leave "The house where I was born；" Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so forlorn. In other years, its s...
THE LETTER. What is she writing？ Watch her now, How fast her fingers move！ How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in thought above！ Her long curls, dro...
III. THE WELCOME HOME. Above the city hangs the moon, Some clouds are boding rain； Gilbert, erewhile on journey gone, To-night comes home again. Ten y...
II. THE PARLOUR. Warm is the parlour atmosphere, Serene the lamp's soft light； The vivid embers, red and clear, Proclaim a frosty night. Books, va...
GILBERT. I. THE GARDEN. Above the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced With lofty walls aro...
FRANCES She will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams Of moonlight through the hal...
THE WOOD But two miles more, and then we rest！ Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the West Will light us on our devious w...