1. How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten (For vipers kill, though dead) by some review, That you condemn these verses I have written, Because they tell no story, false or true?...
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, And left me in this dreary world alone? Thy form is here indeed - a lovely one - But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road,...
1. Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow Struggling in thine haggard eye: Firmness dare to borrow From the wreck of destiny; For the ray morn's bloom revealing Can never boast so bright an hue...
The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love," The liquid lustre of the melting eye,-- Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these Did Woman triumph! with no angry frown View this degrading conquest. At that age...
1. Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed; Yes, I was firm - thus wert not thou; - My baffled looks did fear yet dread To meet thy looks - I could not know How anxiously they sought to shine...
What though around thee blazes No fiery rallying sign? From all thy own high places, Give heaven the light of thine! What though unthrilled, unmoving, The statesman stand apart,...
Friend, if you thinke my Papers may supplie You, with some strange omitted Noueltie, Which others Letters yet haue left vntould, You take me off, before I can take hould Of you at all; I put not thus to Sea,...
G o on your way, my youthful friend, E arth's joys and woes to feel, O 'er rough and smooth, your course will tend, R ight on, thro' woe and weal, G ird up yourself then, for the fight,...
My noble friend, you challenge me to write To you in verse, and often you recite, My promise to you, and to send you newes; As 'tis a thing I very seldome vse, And I must write of State, if to Madrid,...
HEWLETT! as ship to ship Let us the ensign dip. There may be who despise For dross our merchandise, Our balladries, our bales Of woven tales; Yet, Hewlett, the glad gales...
Though many suns have risen and set Since thou, blithe May, wert born, And Bards, who hailed thee, may forget Thy gift, thy beauty scorn; There are who to a birthday strain Confine not harp and voice,...
I have no heart to write verses to May; I have no heart - yet I'm cheerful today; I have no heart - she has won mine away So - I have no heart to write verses to May.
O sweet are the memories when backward we gaze Through the vista of years to our schoolboy days, When faces now vanished to the vision appear And the music of voices long hushed we can hear,...
I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Standard, For I tried the rights of property, Although by lamp-light, for thirty years, In that poker room in the opera house....
There's a little girl I know And we call her So-and-So. She is neither good nor bad Good enough for me although! Never saw a girl that had More real life in her, or more Of what people christen go;...
M'cenas, thou of royalty's descent, Both my protector and dear ornament, Among humanity's conditions are Those who take pleasure in the flying car, Whirling Olympian dust, as on they roll,...
Thou hast no wealth, nor any pride of power, Thy life is offered on affection's altar. Small sacrifices claim thee, hour by hour, Yet on the tedious path thou dost not falter. ...