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,

After W. M. P. Dear Kitty, At length the term’s ending; I 'm in for my Schools in a week; And the time that at present I’m…

My Juggins, see: the pasture gree… Obeying Nature’s kindly law, Renews its mantle; there has been A thaw. The frost-bound earth is free at l…

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;

Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless fe… The crossings to and fro; A soul that treads without retreat

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…

O pastoral heart of England! like… Of green days telling with a quiet… O wave into the sunset flowing cal… O tirèd lark descending on the whe… Lies it all peace beyond the weste…

Behold! I am not one that goes to… Professors. The elementary laws never apologis… I find letters from the Dean drop… signed by the Dean’s name—

Be aisy an’ list to a chune That’s sung of bowld Tim the Drag… Sure, ’twas he’d niver miss To be stalin’ a kiss, Or a brace, by the light of the mo…

He. Aglai-a! Aglai-a! Sweet, awaken and be glad. She. Who is this that calls Aglaia?

By Sir W. S. St. Giles’s street is fair and wi… St. Giles’s street is long; But long or wide, may naught abide Therein of guile or wrong;

By W—ll—m C—wp—r. ’Tis evening. See with its resort… Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats… With too-familiar elbow, swell the… Vortiginous. The boating man retu…

To commemorate the virtue of Homo… Love, that in a tear was drown’d, Lives revived by a tear. Stella heard them mourn around Love that in a tear was drown’d,

NOW ponder well, you parents dear… These words which I shall write; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account

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