Syn that you, Chloe, to your mode… Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures fu… Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-h… Whenas come lovers with theyre pit… Sothly it ben faire to give up you…

When in the halcyon days of old,… I used to fish in pickerel ponds f… And oh, the bitter sadness with wh… When I rambled home at nightfall… And, oh, the indignation and the v…

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nigh… Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do…

Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.

When I was broke in London in the… I chanced to spy in Oxford Street… ‘A Splendid Horace cheap for Cas… Upon the vaunted bargain, and it w… A finer one I ‘ve never seen, nor…

When Jim and Bill and I were boy… How gayly did we use to hail the c… Our sleds, fresh painted red and w… Seemed to respond right briskly to… As we dragged them up the slippery…

I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my we…

To-day I strayed in Charing Cros… With thinking of my home and frien… There was no water in my eyes, but… And my heart lay like a sodden, so… This way and that streamed multitu…

Strange that the city thoroughfare… Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its… And lend itself to children’s play… Oh, girls are girls, and boys are…

If our own life is the life of a f… (And that’s what some sages are th… We should moisten the bud with a h… And 'twill bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life’s the completer

The mill goes toiling slowly aroun… With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kin… The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big wh…

Dear wife, last midnight, whilst… The tomes you so despise, A spectre rose beside the bed, And spake in this true wise: 'From Canaan’s beatific coast

My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

What perfumed, posie-dizened sirra… With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless… On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your tress…