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Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory,
The year has but one June, dear f… The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth e… The robin’s song, though loud, tho… Seems never quite in tune.
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me… She had a Spanish cast of feature… She often smoked a cigarette,
Long have I searched, Cathedral s… To find a symbol, from the hand of… That gave the full expression (not… Of that ecstatic peace which follo… Life’s pain and passion. Strange…
If it were in my dead Past’s powe… To let my Present bask In some lost pleasure for an hour, This is the boon I’d ask: Re-pedestal from out the dust
Once over the ocean in distant lan… In an age long past, were two host… Two armies of men, both brave, bot… And their hearts beat high as they… To fight the battle of right and w…
Heigh ho! well, the season’s over! Once again we’ve come to Lent! Programme’s changed from balls and… Now we’re ordered to repent. Forty days of self-denial!
There is no progress in the world… However wise and wonderful they ar… Their wisdom makes not increase.… To wider goals, in that tense stri… A Sovereign Ruler? Forth from f…
Though critics may bow to art, and… It is not art, but heart, which wi… Though smooth be the heartless pra… And the finest phrase falls dead i… Though perfect the player’s touch,…
Oh! the earth is full of sinning And of trouble and of woe, But the devil makes an inning Every time we say it’s so. And the way to set him scowling,
They tell me new methods now gover… The modes of expression have chang… That low is the rank of the poet w… The old-fashioned verse with inten… And quite out of date, too, is rhy…
It may be you’ve seen her eyes, Dark and deep like midnight skies; You mayhap have seen them flash Underneath the drooping lash, And been dazzled by the light
My soul is like a poor caged bird… Beating its wings against the pris… Longing to reach the outer world o… And, all untrammelled, soar among… Wild, mighty thoughts struggle wit…
The devil to Bacchus said, one da… In a scowling, growling, petulant… As he came from earth to hell: ‘There’s a soul above that I cann… And I’ve struggled long and well;
I called to the summer sun, “Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them t… And kiss the snow-drifts and melt… And the sun came over – a tardy lo…