- The awful phantom of the hungry poor.
- A Winter’s Night (sonnet).
- Ah, happy world, where all things live
Creatures of one great law, indeed;
Bound by strong roots, the splendid flower,—
Swept by great seas, the drifting seed!
- A place of dream, the Holy Land
Hangs midway between earth and heaven.
- Beauty vanishes like a vapor,
Preach the men of musty morals.
- He is one of those people to whom you must allow moods,—when their sun shines, dance,—and when their vapors rise, sit in the shadow.