Elisabeth imagines I’ve A yellow streak She deems I have no dash and driv… Jest dogoned weak. ‘A man should be a man,’ says Liz

“Give me my daily bread. It seems so odd, When all is done and said, This plea to God. To pray for cake might be

“The spirits do not like the light… The medium said, and turned the sw… The little lady on my right Clutched at my hand with nervous t… (She seemed to be a pretty bitch.)

Enthusiastic was the crowd That hailed him with delight; The wine was bright, the laughter… And glorious the night. But when at dawn he drove away

Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Towe… Yet paused at every second flight Because my heart is scant of power… Then when I gained the sloping su…

He wrote a letter in his mind To answer one a maid had sent; He sought the fitting word to find… As on by hill and rill he went. By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane…

In youth I longed to paint The loveliness I saw; And yet by dire constraint I had to study Law. But now all that is past,

His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my call!… And when one day it wasn’t there, Quite quick I seemed to understan…

It’s mighty lonesome—like and drea… Above the Wild the moon rides hig… And shows up sharp and needle—clea… The emptiness of earth and sky; No happy homes with love a—glow;

Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of Profanity! For I’ve been known with vulgar s…

Says I to my Missis: “Ba goom, l… Says she: “You are right, Sam, I… A Boil as ‘ud make Job jealous.… Says I: “Go to ‘ospittel, Missis… Says she: “I just 'ate to be show…

“Sow your wild oats in your youth,… But I say with deeper sooth: “Sow… I’ll be wise till I’m about seven… Then, by Gad! I’ll blossom out as… I’ll assume a dashing air, laugh w…

Ho! we were strong, we were swift,… Youth was a challenge, and Life w… All that was best in us gladly we… Sprang from the rally, and leapt f… Smiling is Love in a foam of Spri…

An olive fire’s a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spri… As in my grate it over—spills With dancing flames like daffodils… They flirt and frolic, twist and t…