Rest here, my horse, the night is dull, - the blood-sick stars are gone, Listen, for thou like me wert bred in far Saskatchewan. And this September night at home, under a happier sky,...
I knew a little boy, not very long ago, Who was as bright and happy as any boy you know. He had an only fault, and you will all agree That from a fault like this a boy himself might free. ...
The world of dreams is all my own, Wherein I wander - free, alone; - And each weird, fervid fantasy Is dearer than earth's joys to me. The waking world I share with you;...
Like many another I have crossed Oftener than once the broad Atlantic, And - feeling qualms when tempest-tossed, Have shuddered at the waves gigantic, Fearing that really nevermore...
A liberty bond! What a queer contradiction! Although truth, as you've heard, may be stranger than fiction. For Liberty should from all fetters release us, While bonds hold one fast, whether pauper or Croesus....
I want to see a grandmother like those there used to be, In a cosy little farm-house, where I could go to tea; A grandmother with spectacles and a funny, frilly cap,...
Oh, daughter, lovelier than your lovely mother, Whatever punishment you may desire Give my offending verses; in the fire Throw them, please you, or in the Adriatic. Not Dindymene, no, nor even Apollo...
Here, where the proud hibiscus blooms in flame, Where swaying palms nod lightly to the sea, Where each azalea towers - a stately tree - And orange blossoms charm, today I came...
My Auntie has a camera, and when I'm out at play And see her coming with it, I try to hide away. For oh, it is so bothersome to hear her, with a laugh,...
Of all the luckless women ever born, Or ever to be born here on our earth, Most pitied be Cassandra, from her birth Condemned to woes unearned by her. Forlorn, She early read great Ilium's doom, and tried,...
Today I had the awfulest time, Dear mother, in the wood. That hill out there we were to climb, And we'd been very good. But nurse was walking up the hill, When little Anne and I,...
From top to pedestal you scan it lightly - Capped head to lettered base - and you are smiling. What see you there to set your lips a-quiver? An awkward figure cut from ugly granite,...
"One time when I was pleasing to you, Lydia, And when no other youth, preferred to me, Your snowy neck could with his arms encircle, Then happier I than Persia's King may be." ...
If Love were all, how dark the world! What sorrow for the stricken heart! If Love were all, with Love grown cold - No tempest raging bleak and bold, Its icy fury ever hurled...
Oh! it is little Margery who has a garden-bed, Wherein grow purple pansies and geraniums white and red, With feverfew and dahlias, and delicate pink phlox,...
"Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it, Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? ...
For thee he thought, The Greek, who by the sea Lay in his lithe-limbed grace, as dreamily He gazed upon the sky begemmed with stars, And pondered mysteries. Ah, few the bars...
No warrior he, a village lad, needing nor words nor other prod To point his duty; he was glad to tread the path his fathers trod. Week days he worked in wood and field;...