A New Kind of Literary Pulse

When in the morning's misty hour, When the sun beems gently o'er each flower; When thou dost cease to smile benign, And think each heart responds with thine, When seeking rest among divine, ... [+]

O dainty bud, I hold thee in my hand— A castaway, a dead, a lifeless thing. A few days since I saw thee, wet with dew, A bud of promise to thy parent cling, Now thou art crushed yet lovely as ... [+]

Who would have the sky any color but blue, Or the grass any color but green? Or the flowers that bloom the summer through Of other color or sheen? How the sunshine gladdens the human ... [+]

When the heavens with stars are gleaming Like a diadem of light, And the moon's pale rays are streaming, Decking earth with radiance bright; When the autumn's winds are sighing, O'e ... [+]

I cannot sing, because when a child, My mother often hushed me. The others she allowed to sing, No matter what their melody. And since I've grown to manhood All music I applaud, ... [+]

The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain; O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could explain. I stood within a leafy grove ... [+]

I said a thoughtless word one day, A loved one heard and went away; I cried: "Forgive me, I was blind; I would not wound or be unkind." I waited long, but all in vain, To win my loved one back ... [+]

Again my fancy takes its flight, And soars away on thoughtful wing, Again my soul thrills with delight, And this the fancied theme, I sing, From Earthly scenes awhile, I find release, And dwell ... [+]

I drew a picture long ago— A picture of a sullen sea; A picture that I value now Because it clears Life's mystery. My sea was dark and full of gloom; I painted rocks of sombre ... [+]

'Tis a noble gift to be brown, all brown, Like the strongest things that make up this earth, Like the mountains grave and grand, Even like the very land, Even like the trunks of trees— Even ... [+]

(The Dew-drier) It is a custom in some parts of Africa for travelers into the jungles to send before them in the early morning little African boys called "Dew-driers" to brush with their bodies the ... [+]

Hast thou been known to sing, O sea, that knowest thy strength? Hast thou been known to sing? Thy voice, can it rejoice? Naught save great sorrowing, To me, thy sounds incessant Do express ... [+]