The gallows in my garden, people s… Is new and neat and adequately tal… I tie the noose on in a knowing wa… As one that knots his necktie for… But just as all the neighbours—on…

Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked… Along the narrow way. Nor looks she where, New York’s s…

For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,

Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pr… The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt to peer and por…

With leaves below and leaves above… And groping under tree and tree, I found the home of my true love, Who is a wandering home for me. Who, lost in ruined worlds aloof,

The following propositions have been urged: First, that some faith in our life is required even to improve it; second, that some dissatisfaction with things as they are is necessary eve...

If sunset clouds could grow on tre… It would but match the may in flow… And skies be underneath the seas No topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wand…

The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable revival...

Passionate peace is in the sky— And in the snow in silver sealed The beasts are perfect in the fiel… And men seem men so suddenly— (But take ten swords and ten times…

Feast on wine or fast on water And your honour shall stand sure, God Almighty’s son and daughter He the valiant, she the pure; If an angel out of heaven

John Grubby, who was short and st… And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must ra…

When I came back to Fleet Street… Through a sunset nook at night, And saw the old Green Dragon With the windows all alight, And hailed the old Green Dragon

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,...

The sky is blue with summer and th… The woods are brown as autumn with… It might as well be Tropics and b… I might as well be born a copper… I fashion me an oriental fan

SEE the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous v… Over Baden and Bavaria, And Brighton and Bulgaria,