DELLIUS, that car which, night… Lightnings and thunders arm and sc… Tumultuous down the Appian Way— Be slow to urge. Though reckless Lydia bid thee fl…

Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press

When Julius Fabricius, Sub—Prefe… In the days of Diocletian owned o… He called to him Hobdenius—a Brit… Saying: “What about that River—pi… And the aged Hobden answered: “I…

LOVE and Death once ceased their… At the Tavern of Man’s Life. Called for wine, and threw—alas!— Each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o’er they found

ONE moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till thre… Below the upward path and straight You climbed a year ago with me. Love came upon us suddenly

SUDDEN the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges Stand up like the thrones of King… Ramparts of slaughter and peril—

Beyond the path of the outmost sun… Further than ever comet flared or… Live such as fought and sailed and… They are purged of pride because t… They sit at wine with the Maidens…

THIS fell when dinner—time was d… ’Twixt the first an’ the second ru… That oor mon Jock cam’ hame again To his rooms ahist the Club. An’ syne he laughed, an’ syne he s…

Nothing in life has been made by m… But it was shown long since to man… Lost as the name of the maker of i… Who received oppression and shame… Hate, avoidance, and scorn in his…

OUR King went forth on pilgrimag… His prayers and vows to pay To them that saved our heritage And cast their own away. And there was little show of pride…

THERE’s a little red—faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the tallest ‘orse ’e can— Our Bobs. If it bucks or kicks or rears,

It I have given you delight By aught that I have done, Let me lie quiet in that night Which shall be yours anon: And for the little, little, span

Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn —But Tubal got him a pointed rod, And scrabbled the earth for corn. Old —old as that early mould, Young as the sproutin...

The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, being sure of Zion,

The child of Mary Queen of Scots… A shifty mother’s shiftless son, Bred up among intrigues and plots, Learnèd in all things, wise in non… Ungainly, babbling, wasteful, weak…