She leaned out into the soft June… With her long loose tresses the ni… Her eyes were as blue as the bells… Oh, what is so fair as a fair youn… She folded her hands, like the lea…

In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smi… As we talk of the opera after the… As we chat of fashion and fad and… We know we are playing a part toge… You know that the mirth she wears,…

So vast the tide of Love within m… It overflows like some stupendous… The confines of the Present and T… And 'gainst the Past’s high wall… As it would cry “Thou too shalt y…

The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…

What does our country need? No a… With sabres gleaming ready for the… Not increased navies, skilful and… To bound the waters with an iron m… Not haughty men with glutted purse…

Oh! that is a beautiful land, I w… The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than… (Though this is a world most fair)… The goodliest goal of all good goa…

Who has not felt his heart leap up… What time the tulips first begin t… Has one sweet joy, still left for… It is like early loves’ imagining; That fragile pleasure, which the…

A yacht from its harbour ropes pul… And leaped like a steed o’er the r… Then up behind her, the dust of th… A gray fog, drifted, and hid her f…

I am all tired out, said the mouth… I am all tired out with talk. Just wait, said the knee, till you… And then have to walk-walk-walk. My work, said the hand, is the har…

All through the Castle of High-br… Where the chief employment was do-… Spread consternation and wild desp… The queen was wringing her hands a… The maids of honor were sad and so…

They tell me new methods now gover… The modes of expression have chang… That low is the rank of the poet w… The old-fashioned verse with inten… And quite out of date, too, is rhy…

I was in Dijon when the war’s wil… Was at its loudest; when there was… From dawn to dawn, save soldiers m… Or rattle of their wagons in the s… When every engine whistle would re…

If all the end of this continuous… Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning a… The endless urging and the hurried… Of body, heart, and brain!

Strange are the ways that her feet… Since first she was set in the pat… Finished and fair by the hand of… To carry her message of love and b… Delicate creature of light and sha…

In the journey of life, as we trav… To the mystical goal that is hidde… You may stumble at times into Roa… Not seeing the sign-board that poi… Through caverns of sorrow your fee…