They ran through the streets of the seaport town, They peered from the decks of the ships that lay; The cold sea-fog that came whitening down Was never as cold or white as they....
Above the bones St. Ursula owns, And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the boats, And the bridge that floats, And the Rhine and the steamers' smoky throats;...
Certain facts which serve to explain The physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine, Who, as the common reports obtain, Surpassed in complexion the lily and rose; With a very sweet mouth and a retrousse nose;...
Do I sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about? Is our civilization a failure? Or is the Caucasian played out?
June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines! Well, only you know how I hate scenes, These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you'll kindly remember...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance, In a robe even you would admire, It cost a cool thousand in France; I'm be-diamonded out of all reason, My hair is done up in a cue:...
Being asked by an intimate party, Which the same I would term as a friend, Though his health it were vain to call hearty, Since the mind to deceit it might lend; For his arm it was broken quite recent,...
When I bought you for a song, Years ago Lord knows how long! I was struck I may be wrong By your features, And a something in your air That I couldn't quite compare To my other plain or fair...
Wot's that you're readin'? a novel? A novel! well, darn my skin! You a man grown and bearded and histin' such stuff ez that in Stuff about gals and their sweethearts! No wonder you're thin ez a knife....
Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain. ...
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game, And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim; Jones was countin' his chips, Smith relievin' his mind Of ideas that a 'straight' should beat 'three of a kind,'...
Beetling walls with ivy grown, Frowning heights of mossy stone; Turret, with its flaunting flag Flung from battlemented crag; Dungeon-keep and fortalice Looking down a precipice...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one, The regular yearly galleon, Laden with odorous gums and spice, India cottons and India rice, And the richest silks of far Cathay, Was due at Acapulco Bay. ...
High on the Thracian hills, half hid in the billows of clover, Thyme, and the asphodel blooms, and lulled by Pactolian streamlet, She of Miletus lay, and beside her an aged satyr...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching, A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette, Twelve years of platform, and before them stretching Twelve miles of prairie glimmering through the wet. ...
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare? 'Why are my eyelids so open and wild?' Only the better to see with, my child! Only the better and clearer to view...