Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No; I may not tell the best;

God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shop… And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon’s on the rafter

Now that I kneel at the throne, O… Pity and pardon me. Much have I striven to sing the s… Brother of beast and tree; Yet when the stars catch me alone

There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,

This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...

It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real lazi...

Jones had a dog; it had a chain; Not often worn, not causing pain; But, as the I.K.L. had passed Their 'Unleashed Cousins Act’ at… Inspectors took the chain away;

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl

A word came forth in Galilee, a w… It climbed and rang and blessed an… A word of sudden secret hope, of t… Of wrath and pity fused in fire, a… A star that o’er the citied world…

Are they clinging to their crosses… F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosse… Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, trembling, bleed…

When the first Christmas presents… Smelt sweeter than their frankince… And a wise man said, “We will not… “Nay,” said the next, “To all new… Bends the high gratitude of God;…

A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away,…

She sat upon her Seven Hills She rent the scarlet robes about h… Nor yet in her two thousand years Had ever grieved that men should d… But what new horror shakes the min…

He was, through boyhood’s storm an… my best, my nearest friend we wore one hat, smoked one cigar, one standing at each end. We were two hearts with single hop…