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,...
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...
"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." ...
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...
God's mean and careless servant - while I wander Deep in the madness of Philosophy, - Now backward I must set my sail, and ponder Where my forsaken course retraced shall be....
He has a taste that's superfine who flouts at every subway sign, He reckons not that some there be, who cannot tell, unless they see Spelled plain before them on the wall, what things their own they ought to call...
"Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage" High halls do not a College make, nor book-lined shelves a sage. So might I follow haltingly these olden words to show...
They loved life, even as we, who went away From their dear dwelling-place to one unknown To us who linger here. They could not stay, Nor we go with them, so they went alone. ...
I'm always glad when Christmas comes, and yet I'd like it better; If mother wouldn't bother me to write a Christmas letter To uncle John and Cousin Kate and dear old Grand-aunt Gray,...
A new year dawning on a warring world! And many fight, and many pray for peace; But yet the roar of battle will not cease, Still man against his brother man is hurled. ...
The vision fades - dome, pinnacle and tower, All the white beauty of the lake-side dream, The artist's ideal, the poet's theme Vanish away. Yet for no fleeting hour ...
I'm sure I did not break this cup; It just fell down, - I know it did - For I was only climbing up, Why do they keep the cake-box hid? - I wanted such a little bit! And then I heard that creaking door,...
Behold a long procession passing proudly, And yet no glittering pomp adorns its way, Only the emblems of our States and Nation, Only the flags that floated on the day...
The hardy youth, my friends, in bitter warfare To narrow poverty must learn to bend, And, for his spear a horseman to be dreaded, Courageous Parthians into flight must send....
We saw the Regiment, alert and strong, In marching line, on Soldiers' Field today, Ah! ready they to battle with the wrong; - This flower of youth - eager and brave and gay. ...
Sorrowful pleading on her face is written With love commingled, and my heart throbs fast, Flooded with currents of a deep emotion Stirred by the memory of that awful past....
You are the loveliest parasol I ever saw, - and all my own, - What frilly frills! I feel as tall As mother now. Here! take my doll. Dolls are for children - ladies grown...
Said the Bicycle to the Automobile: "How high and mighty and gay you feel; Yet I can remember the day when I Would let no other one pass me by Cart horse and roadster and racehorse too,...