Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the fi… Our times are in His hand Who saith “A whole I planned,

OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding…    A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest-tr…

Abd-el-Kadr was an Arab Chief of… As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my side, As I ride, as I ride,

Said Abner, ‘At last thou art com… ’Kiss my cheek, wish me well!' Th… And he, ‘Since the King, O my fr… ’Neither drunken nor eaten have we… ‘Thou return with the joyful assur…

A. You blame me that I ran away? Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: Balls flew about, and—who can say But one, if I stood firm, had gla… In my direction? Cowardice?

MY LOVE, this is the bitterest,… Who art all truth and who dost lov… As thine eyes say, as thy voice br… Shouldst love so truly and couldst… A whole long life through, had but…

I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?

That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and ti… Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light.

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…

So, the three Court-ladies began Their trial of who judged best In esteeming the love of a man: Who preferred with most reason was… Boy-Cupid’s exemplary catcher and…

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;

I. THE FLOWER’S NAME Here’s the garden she walked acros… Arm in my arm, such a short while… Hark, now I push its wicket, the… Hinders the hinges and makes them…

All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,

Si credere dignum est.—Virgil,… Oh, worthy of belief I hold it wa… Virgil, your legend in those stran… No question, that adventure came t… One black night in Arcadia: yes,…

How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings… And where, my soul, is thy pleasan… With the music of all thy voices,… In life’s November too!