. This is a spray the Bird clung to… Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang t… Fit for her nest and her treasure.

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’…

I said—-Then, dearest, since 'tis… Since now at length my fate I kno… Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant fo… Since this was written and needs m…

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the bro… This autumn morning! How he sets… To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts ou… For the ripple to run over in its… Listening the while, where on 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,

[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antioc… It is a parchment, of my rolls the… Hath three skins glued together, i… And goeth from Epsilon down to Mu… Lies second in the surnamed Chose…

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…

Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot… Brightens to blue from its silvery… (Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…

Morning, evening, noon and night, 'Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well;

THIS was my dream: I saw a Fore… Old as the earth, no track nor tra… Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explor… Though in a trembling rapture—spac… Immeasurable! Shrubs, turned tree…

We two stood simply friend-like si… Viewing a twilight country far and… Till she at length broke silence.… Yonder, the ruin o’er this vale of… The West’s faint flare behind it…

I chanced upon a new book yesterda… I opened it, and, where my finger… 'Twixt page and uncut page, these… Some six or seven at most - and le… That you, Fitzgerald, whom by ear…

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…

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…