Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the br
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two strai
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous b
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughbo
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow
Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!
Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;
I, who a
The house is like a garden,
The children are the flowers,
The gardener should come met
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand
To tired little May.
'Come, go with me to Wonderland,'
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
As I go and shop, sir!
If a car I stop, sir!
Where you chance to sit,
And you want to read, si
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated a
A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought o
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown aw
Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and
I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the othe
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are s
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
Of course with intention to drink,
And, holding it up in the sun
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes t
Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were ut
As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure t
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
'What's in a glass of wine?'
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, frien
So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
It overflows like some stupendous sea,
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
It is tim
There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump ab
Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, a
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendi
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.
And all through
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
Beating its wings against the prison bars,
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husba
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and k
He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,