Deep, Love, yea, very deep. And in the dark exiled, I have no sense of light but still… And know the breast, but not the e… Saw ne’er his mother near, nor if…

By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inla… And is it so? Can Folly stalk And aim her unrespecting darts In shades where grave Professors… And Bachelors of Arts?

When as abroad, to greet the morn, I mark my Graciosa walk, In homage bends the whisp’ring cor… Yet to confess Its awkwardness

Down in the street the last late h… Still westward, but with backward… The harlot shuffles to her lonely… The tall policeman pauses but to t… A flash into the empty portico;

On seeing her smile repeated in he… A thousand songs I might have mad… Of You, and only You; A thousand thousand tongues of fir… That trembled down a golden wire

Nay, more than violets These thoughts of thine, friend! Rather thy reedy brook— Taw’s tributary— At midnight murmuring,

Here in the fairway Fetching—foul of keel, Long-stray but fortunate— Out of the fogs, the vast Atlantic solitudes.

O waly, waly, my bonnie crew Gin ye maun bumpit be! And waly, waly, my Stroke sae tru… Ye leuk unpleasauntlie! O hae ye suppit the sad sherrie

By Lord T-n. So bluff Sir Leolin gave the brid… And when they married her, the lit… Had seldom seen a costlier ritual. The coach and pair alone were two-…

All night a fountain pleads, Telling her beads, Her tinkling beads monotonous 'nea… And where she springs atween, Two statues lean—

NOT on the neck of prince or houn… Nor on a woman’€™s finger twin’€™d… May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind: Only the heel

By A. C. S. The Centuries kiss and commingle, Cling, clasp, and are knit in a ch… No cycle but scorns to be single, No two but demur to be twain,

Small is my secret—let it pass— Small in your life the share I ha… Who sat beside you in the class, Awed by the bright superior lad: Whom yet with hot and eager face

Hush! and again the chatter of the… Athwart the lawn! Lean your head close and closer.… It is the dawn. Dawn in the dusk of her dream,

’Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry, ’Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon, But ’tis prettier far in County K… Coortin’ under the bran’ new moon, Aroon, Aroon!