AGE O Age, thou art the very thief of… For thou hast rifled many a proud… Of all his passions, hoarded by a… Of stern economy. Him, yet a boy,

There is no thing in all the world… No jubilant thing of sun or shade… Why dost thou ask my lips to fashi… Other than this, my song of love t… See where I lie and pluck the tho…

HE HAS FALLEN FROM TH… Love, how ignobly hast thou met th… Ill—seasoned scaffolding by which,… With passionate youth and mighty h… To our heart’s heaven, fearing, do…

We vex each other with our presenc… By my regrets and by my mocking fa… You by your laughter and mad gaiet… And both by cruel thoughts of happ… Is then the world so narrow that w…

Suddenly then my strange companion… ‘Bring me the body.’ In a moment… She had thrown off her hat, her ve… And motioning all the women to the… While I sat speechless by who wou…

‘Silence. I will not listen!’ ‘An… She added strangely, in a softer m… ‘You see I am not angry. Do you n… Only soft—hearted, and alas! too g… Why did you follow me?’ She took…

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.

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…

November’s here. Once more the pi… And on old Centaur, at the covers… Sit changing pleasant greetings on… With friend and neighbour. Half t… Is here to-day. Squire, parson, p…

TO HER WHO WOULD COMFOR… I did not ask your pity, dear. Yo… I know. It cannot cure me of my w… And you, in your sweet happiness,… Deserve it rather I should pity f…

Until it happened, as such things… That she, who had a proud man for… None the less loving that unloved… Must bear a child, the heir to his… Then Adrian left her. It was idle…

Who shall declare the glory of the… The natural World before Man’s fo… Fair stainless planet through the… And clothed in garments of immorta… What depths of forest girt her! W…

An old heart’s mourning is a hideo… And weeds upon an aged weeper clin… Like night upon a grave. The city… Gaunt as a woman who has once been… Lay black with winter, and the sil…

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…

A second warning, nor unheeded. Y… The thought appealed to me as no s… Pure though I was, that love impu… Its seal on that fair woman in her… Her broken beauty did not mar her…