Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-
So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
It overflows like some stupendous sea,
Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were ut
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought o
I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the othe
A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the br
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown aw
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are s
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.
And all through
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two strai
'What's in a glass of wine?'
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, frien
As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure t
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughbo
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes t
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husba
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
It is tim
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and
Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, a
There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump ab
Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
Of course with intention to drink,
And, holding it up in the sun
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and k
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!
Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;
I, who a
He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,