I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore,

I LOOK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, “Would God it came to pa… My heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrest

They had long met o’ Zundays—her… And at junketings, maypoles, and f… But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle… Swore by noon and by night that he… Naibor Sweatley—a gaffer oft weak…

That night your great guns, unawar… Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window—squar… We thought it was the Judgment—da… And sat upright. While drearisome

“Percussus sum sicut foenum, et ar… —Ps. ci    Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again:

Here’s one in whom Nature feared—… Eclipse while he lived, and deceas…

He paused on the sill of a door aj… That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him throu… Of her he had married the week bef… 'We called her the Hack of the Pa…

O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all a… And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Sev…

As 'legal representative’ I read a missive not my own, On new designs the senders give For clothes, in tints as shown. Here figure blouses, gowns for tea…

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…

Why should this flower delay so lo…    To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin…    When flowers are in their tombs… Through the slow summer, when the…

Where once we danced, where once w… Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs han… And cracks creep; worms have fed u… The doors. Yea, sprightlier times…

Child, were I king, I’d yield my…    My chariot, sceptre, vassal-ser… My crown, my porphyry-basined wate… My fleets, whereto the sea is but…    For a glance from you!