While I translated Baudelaire, Children were playing out in the air. Turning to watch, I saw the light That made their clothes and faces bright. I heard the tune they meant to sing...
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle-clear The emptiness of earth and sky; No happy homes with love a-glow;...
Two cocks in peace were living, when A war was kindled by a hen. O love, thou bane of Troy! 'twas thine The blood of men and gods to shed Enough to turn the Xanthus red As old Port wine!...
Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy, ah! even to tears!, The fortune of their years Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended. ...
"So awkward, so shambling a gait!" Mrs Crab did her daughter berate, Who rejoined, "It is true I am backward; but you Needed lessons in walking quite late."
Fight through ignorance, want, and care, Through the griefs that crush the spirit; Push your way to a fortune fair, And the smiles of the world you'll merit. Long, as a boy, for the chance to learn,...
Man has explored all countries and all lands, And made his own the secrets of each clime. Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime, The oval earth lies compassed with steel bands;...
Not far away does that bright city stand, 'Tis but the mist o'er its dividing stream, That wraps the glory of its glitt'ring strand, Its radiant skies, and mountains silvery gleam;...
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice All kinds of vulgar prejudice I pray you set aside: With stern judicial frame of mind, From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! ...
The voices of the city - merged and swelled Into a mighty dissonance of sound, And from the medley rose these broken strains In changing time and ever-changing keys.
The night lamp is faintly gleaming Within my chamber still, And the heavy shades of midnight Each gloomy angle fill, And my worn and weary watchers Scarce dare to move or weep,...
There cam a man to oor toon-en', And a waesome carl was he, Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd, And gleyt o' a blinterin ee. Muckle he spied, and muckle he spak, But the owercome o' his sang,...