One day in the Tuileries, When a south-west Spanish breeze Brought scandalous news of the Queen, The fair, proud Empress said, "My good friend loses her head; If matters go on this way,...
Come to me, Love! Come on the wings of the wind! Fly as the ring-dove would fly to his mate! Leave all your cares and your sorrows behind! Leave all the fears of your future to Fate!...
With buoyant heart he left his home for that bright wond'rous land Where gold ore gleams in countless mines, and gold dust strews the sand; And youth's dear ties were riven all, for as wild, as vain, a dream...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swag and pack, And the night still in the West?...
I've followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square, I've been right back to boyhood's days, and found no light or pleasure there....
Lonely and sadly one night in November I laid down my weary head in search of repose On my wallet of straw, which I long shall remember, Tired and weary I fell into a doze. Tired from working hard...
Oh boy, down there, I can't believe that what they say is true! We squirrels surely cannot have an enemy in you; We have so much in common, my dear friend, it seems to me...
I was a Pirate once, A blustering fellow with scarlet sash, A ready cutlass and language rash; From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank I made the enemy walk the plank;...
O Days that hold us; and years that mold us! And dreams and mem'ries no time destroys! Where lie the islands, the morning islands, And where the highlands we knew when boys? ...
Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noon Heaves with crushed lips and glowing sides Against the huge and drowsy sun. Beneath them turn the glittering tides Where dizzy waters reel with gold,...
With careful step to keep his balance up He reels on warily along the street, Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoop Mutters an angry look at all he meets....
Braid the raven hair, Weave the supple tress, Deck the maiden fair In her loveliness; Paint the pretty face, Dye the coral lip. Emphasize the grace Of her ladyship!...
Before the downs in their great horse-shoes rise, I know a village where the Adur runs, Blown by sweet winds and by beneficent suns Visited and made ripe beneath kind skies....