Among the rest ('twas thus his dre… While Adrian slept) in more than… And smiling welcome, fairer scarce… That noble knight Natalia’s husba… A gentle man whom of a truth in li…

Why was I born in this degenerate… Or rather why, a thousand times, w… Of such degenerate stuff that a mu… Is all its reason, tears the only… It takes on life, and impotence it…

In all the comedy of human things What is more mirthful than for tho… Far from the great world’s vain im… To mingle in its war of words and… A listener here, when Greek meets…

I will not tell the secrets of tha… When Madame Blanche returned to u… I was kneeling there, while Esthe… And dried and comforted my tears.… And happy tears! O griefs thrice…

Accursed be the hour of that sad d… The careless potter put his hand t… And dared to fashion out of common… So pure a shape as thou didst seem… An idle boy, when vintage was begu…

The thought of night consoled him.… Natalia was dead only in false dea… The sleeping treason of some false… Some silent mystery of shortened b… Not dead in truth for ever and to…

I stopped, I listened, and I ente… With half—a—dozen more, that sight… ‘The Booth of Beauty,’ ’twas a na… Which seemed to promise a new myst… There was a crowd already in the p…

Not so my little sponsor. She, wi… Proudly unconscious of my fool’s d… Talked volubly to all and scorned… While Madame Blanche herself, no… Smiled us a welcome, and with upra…

Come, Prudence, you have done eno… The worst is over, and some hours… We both have earned, even more tha… Our minds need laughter, as a spen… And after their long fast a recomp…

Think no more of me, If we needs must part. Mine was but a heart. Think no more of me. Think no more of me.

Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall… Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is… What voice shall rouse the dull wo… And lead its requiem as when Grie… And thou in thy rapt youth, Time’…

A glorious triumph. On that day o… When, standing on the summit’s utm… Of my first mountain—top, I viewe… Which I had travelled upwards, le… And all that wilderness of rock an…

Pitiful gods! Have pity on my pas… Teach me the road how I a certain… Shall make to him I love of my gr… My faith unchanged, nor plead it i… Ah, is he weary of too full posses…

Many are called, dear heart, to ha… But few are chosen, even for a wil… Love calls us from our sleep, and… To rise and greet him in a world a… With a sweet dawn, while blithe as…

THE HAUNTED HOUSE How loud the storm blew all that b… The loosened ivy tapping on the pa… Woke me and woke, again and yet ag… Till I was full awake and sat upr…