Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face. But since I have read your verses

NO DOUBT but ye are the People… Whoso speaks in your presence must… Bowing the head in worship, bendin… Bringing the word well smoothen—su… Fenced by your careful fathers, ri…

WHEN all the world would keep a… Since Truth is seldom friend to a… Men write in fable, as old Æsop di… Jesting at that which none will na… And this they needs must do, or it…

They christened my brother of old— And a saintly name he bears— They gave him his place to hold At the head of the belfry—stairs, Where the minster—towers stand

WHERE run your colts at pasture? There hide your mares to breed? ’Mid bergs about the Ice—cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel,

About the time that taverns shut And men can buy no beer, Two lads went up to the keepers’ h… To steal Lord Pelham’s deer. Night and the liquor was in their…

A FOOL there was and he made his… A Fool as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of… (We called her the woman who did n… But the fool he called her his lad…

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

TO the Judge of Right and Wrong With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power belong, Our faith and sacrifice, Let Freedom’s Land rejoice!

BOANERGES BLITZEN, servant… Is a dismal failure—is a Might—ha… In a luckless moment he discovered… Rise to high position through a re… Boanerges Blitzen argued therefor…

THE MIRACLE of our land’s spe… And long received, none marvel whe… We have such wealth as Rome at he… Had not or (having) scattered not… Nor with such arrant prodigality,

"GO WASH thyself in Jordan —go,… Nay, not for any Prophet will I p… For the banks of curious Jordan a… Commanded and embellished and patr… There rise her timeless capitals o…

STRANGERS drawn from the ends… I was Lord of the Inca race, and… Under the stars beyond our stars w… Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a mill… Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall th…

There are whose study is of smells… And to attentive schools rehearse How something mixed with something… Makes something worse. Some cultivate in broths impure