Softly every night they come To the picture show, That old couple, deaf and dumb In the second row; Wistful watching, hand in hand,
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…
In kindergarten classed Dislike they knew; And as the years went past It grew and grew; Until in maidenhood
Sez I: My Country calls? Well, l… I grins perlitely and declines wiv… Go, let ‘em plaster every blighted… ’Ere’s ONE they don’t stampede i… Them politicians with their greasy…
Dusting my books I spent a busy d… Not ancient toes, time—hallowed an… but modern volumes, classics in th… whose makers now are numbered with… Men of a generation more than mine…
Out of the wood my White Knight c… His eyes were bright with a bitter… As I clung to his stirrup leather… For I was only a dreaming lad, Yet oh, what a wonderful faith I…
Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true
They brought the mighty chief to t… They showed him strange, unwonted… Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain deli… His face was grim, his eye lacked…
As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness
With belly like a poisoned pup Said I: ‘I must give bacon up: And also, I profanely fear, I must abandon bread and beer That make for portliness they say;
Because my overcoat’s in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; The dusty bins with bottles shine,
The lone man gazed and gazed upon… His sweat, his blood, the wage of… But now how sweet, how doubly swee… All gay and gleamy to the campfire… The evening sky was sinister and c…
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;
When Jack took Nell into his arms He knew he acted ill, And thought as he enjoyed her char… Of his fiancée Jill. “Poor dear,” he sighed, “she dream…
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding it with wonder. Yet as I watch, somehow it;s odd,