- The Heart's Country
Hill people turn to their hills;
Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
Thou art my land and my country,
And my heart calls out for thee....
- The Fugitives
We are they that go, that go,
Plunging before the hidden blow.
We run the byways of the earth,
For we are fugitive from birth,...
- Students
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau-
‘T was Toussaint, just a year ago;
Crimson and copper was the glow
Of all the woods at Fontainebleau....
- A Memorial Tablet
Oh, Agathocles, fare thee well!
Naked and brave thou goest
Without one glance behind!...