THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns Or Curine
DEAR sir, good-morrow! Five years back, When you first girded for this arduous track, And under va
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pl
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation s
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still. The vale ne'er seemed so deep b
GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life to
For the long nights you lay awake And watched for my unworthy sake: For your most comfortable hand
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in th
What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep
FOR these are sacred fishes all Who know that lord that is the lord of all; Come to the brim and n
It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace
AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length In the first hour
COME, my beloved, hear from me Tales of the woods or open sea. Let our aspiring fancy rise A wren
IF you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious
Though he, that ever kind and true, Kept stoutly step by step with you, Your whole long, gusty lif
Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing
The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly
Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor
MOTLEY I count the only wear That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise, Who boldly smile upo
AS when the hunt by holt and field Drives on with horn and strife, Hunger of hopeless things pursu
AWAY with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks A
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far an
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest th
BEFORE this little gift was come The little owner had made haste for home; And from the door of wh
NOW in the sky And on the hearth of Now in a drawer the direful cane, That sceptre of the . . . r
O CHIEF director of the growing race, Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace, Me, O Quintilian, m
CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word {in what I sing If I no longer hail thee { King and
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum li
From Child's Garden of Verses I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand; The decks were like a slide, where a seam