Down in the South, by the waste without sail on it, Far from the zone of the blossom and tree, Lieth, with winter and whirlwind and wail on it, Ghost of a land by the ghost of a sea....
Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around. Why, sir, he thought a lot of you, and only three months back...
Softly, softly, Niccolo Amati! What can put such fancies in your head? There, go dream of your blue-skied Cremona, While I ponder something you have said.
Thou hast entered the land without shadows, Thou who, 'neath the shadow, so long Hast sat with thy white hands close-folded, And lips that could utter no song; Through a rift in the cloud, for an instant,...
Beyond the years the answer lies, Beyond where brood the grieving skies And Night drops tears. Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise And doff its fears,...
There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose, And not a star lit any side of heaven; In glades not far the damp reeds coldly touched Their sides, like soldiers dead before they fall;...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold; The olives crystallized the vales'...
Bianca! - fair Bianca! - who could dwell With safety on her dark and hazel gaze, Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell, Fatal to balmy nights and blessed days?...
When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, As full of Champagne as an egg's full of meat, He waked in the boat, and to Charon he said, He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead....
From the door of the homestead the mother looks forth, With a glance half of hope, half of fear, For the clock in the corner now points to the hour When the children she loves should appear....
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways, The zone that doth become thee fair, The snood upon thy yellow hair, ...
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind, Are frail and failing sair; And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad, Gin I come hame nae mair. The grist is out, the times are hard, The kine are only three;...
Though the times be dark and dreary, Though the way be long, Keep your spirits bright and cheery,-- --"Bide a wee, and dinna weary!" Is a heartsome song.
Bide thi time! it's sure to come, Tho' it may seem tardy, - Thine's a better fate nor some: If tha's but a humble home, Yet thart strong an hardy; Then cheer up an ne'er repine,...
We were two lovers; let me lie by her, My tomb beside her tomb. On hers inscribe, 'I loved him; but my reason bade prefer Duty to love, reject the tempter's bribe Of rose and lily when each path diverged,...