y a wind-swung fold. --Page 6.

Now in memory comes my mother,
As she was long years agone,
To regard the darling dreamers
Ere she left them till the dawn. --Page 8.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles. --Page 60.

For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever. --Page 61.

And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man. --Page 86.

Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes may be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought. --Page 88.

And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,
Asleep by the gates of light. --Page 129.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent. --Page 173.

And there through the flash of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass as with eagle flight. --Page 224.

Noiselessly as the springtime
Her crown of verdure weaves,
And all the trees on all the hills
Open their thousand leaves. --Page 267.

Who dies in youth and vigor, dies the best,
Struck through with wounds, all honest, on the breast. --Page 369.

(Volume V)

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on;
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. --Page 111.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. --Page 112.

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. --Page 112.

the knotted column of his throat,
The massive square of his heroic breast,
And arms on which the standing muscle sloped,
As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone,
Running too vehemently to break it.