O Nicias, not for us alone Was laughing Eros born, Nor shines alone for us the moon, Nor burns the ruddy morn; Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ke…

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…

God rest you, Chrysten gentil men… Wherever you may be,— God rest you all in fielde or hall… Or on ye stormy sea; For on this morn oure Chryst is b…

Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were so… He ransacked all the shops in town For pictures new and pictures old. He gave the folk of earth no peace…

I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,

Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; And heresies called fashions

Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…

The Northland reared his hoary he… And spied the Southland leagues a… ‘Fairest of all fair brides,’ he s… ‘Be thou my bride, I pray!’ Whereat the Southland laughed and…

Bambino in his cradle slept; And by his side his grandam grim Bent down and smiled upon the chil… And sung this lullaby to him,— This 'ninna and anninia’:

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…

Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to…

When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all beholders; For summon hence all pretty girls

When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with his tricks. Yet not a picayune cared I

The women-folk are like to books,— Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. I hear that many are for sale,—

I used to think that luck wuz luck… It made no diff’rence how or when… But sev’ral years ago I changt my… That luck’s a kind uv science—same… It happened out in Denver in the…