The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,— I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think,

Flat as a drum—head stretch the ha… The mighty skies are palisades of… The stars are blurred; the silence… Vaster and vaster vaults the icy n… Here in my sleeping—bag I cower a…

“Tuberculosis should not be,” The old professor said. “If folks would hearken unto me 'Twould save a million dead. Nay, no consumptive needs to die,

The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain And won’t be home by noon. My mother sang that olden tune

I just think that dreams are best, Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test, Try not how your silver rings; Fancy women pure and good,

“Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither’… It fair maks me hamesick,” says P… “And whit did she send ye?” says… As he cockit his rifle and bleezed… “A haggis! A Haggis!” says Priva…

If on isle of the sea I have to tarry, With one book, let it be A Dictionary. For though I love life’s scene,

O dear little cabin, I’ve loved y… And now I must bid you good—bye! I’ve filled you with laughter, I’… And sometimes I’ve wished I could… Your walls they have witnessed a w…

What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory due,

We’re taking Marie Toro to her ho… We’re taking Marie Toro to her la… Behold! her hearse is hung with wr… Except the blossoms heaping high u… A week ago she roamed the street,…

Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: “Your pants are wearing… Let me sew on a patch for you.” And so she did,—of azure blue.

Men of the High North, the wild s… Islands of opal float on silver se… Swift splendors kindle, barbaric,… Pale ports of amber, golden argosi… Ringed all around us the proud pea…

Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun… And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies that look like me… Ice—blue eyes on every hand,

A grey gull hovered overhead, Then wisely flew away. 'In half a jiffy you’ll be dead,' I thought I heard it say; As there upon the railway line,

You say I am the slave of Fate Bound by unalterable laws. I harken, but your words I hate, Your damnable Effect and Cause. If there’s no hope for happy Chan…