I am poor brother Lippo, by your… You need not clap your torches to… Zooks, what’s to blame? you think… What, 'tis past midnight, and you… And here you catch me at an alley’…

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity… Draw round my bed: is Anselm keep… Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I… She, men would have to be your mot… Old Gandolf envied me, so fair sh…

PREADMONISHETH THE A… The Lord, we look to once for all… Is the Lord we should look at, al… He knows not to vary, saith Saint… Nor the shadow of turning, for the…

I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books I wr… They find such favour in his sight That he slaughters you with savage…

My heart sank with our Claret-fla… Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this pond's black face… And still at yonder broken edges O' the hole, where up the bubbles…

(_Epilogue to ‘The Two Poets of… What a pretty tale you told me Once upon a time —Said you found it somewhere (scol… Was it prose or was it rhyme,

You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off… So here's the tale from beginning… My friend!

Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…

WOE, he went galloping into the w… Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he ’scape… Scarcely disfigurement, rather a g… Making for manhood which nowise we…

Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion… Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of…

Let us begin and carry up this cor… Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vu… Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the…

Heap cassia, sandal-buds and strip… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,