To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.

Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a mouldering fire, Unquenched by w…

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray; I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing, And hear the wi…

It seemed to her that certain portions of the earth must produce happiness -- as thought it were a plant native only to those soils and doomed to languish else…

Here's to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather.