For a season there must be pain— For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face… Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place…

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…

“Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men… “With bone well carved He went aw… Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and…

Farewell and adieu to you, Harwic… Farewell and adieu to you, ladies… For we’ve received orders to work… Where we hope in a short time to s… We’ll duck and we’ll dive like lit…

LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance

VALOUR and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame… Envy—ah! even to tears!— The fortune of their years

1. “HOW sweet is the shepherd’s s… From the dawn to the even he stray… He shall follow his sheep all the… And his tongue shall be filled wit… (adagio dim.) Filled with praise!”

WHENCE comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England’s gold?" “From following after Naaman

WHEN the Great Ark, in Vigo Ba… Rode stately through the half—mann… From every ship about her way She heard the mariners entreat— “Before we take the seas again

I WAS the staunchest of our flee… Till the sea rose beneath our feet Unheralded, in hatred past all mea… Into his pits he stamped my crew, Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw…

THE GULL shall whistle in his w… He shall fulfil God’s utmost will… And he shall see old planets chang… And give the gale his seaworn sail… Strong lust of gear shall drive hi…

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…

In the name of the Empress of Ind… O Lords of the Jungle, wherever y… The woods are astir at the close o… We exiles are waiting for letters… Let the robber retreat —let the ti…

“THERE’S no sense in going furt… So they said, and I believed it–… Built my barns and strung my fence… Tucked away below the foothills wh… Till a voice, as bad as Conscienc…

IN the days of lace—ruffles, peru… Brown Bess was a partner whom non… An out—spoken, flinty—lipped, braz… With a habit of looking men straig… At Blenheim and Ramillies fops wo…