WHO remains in London, In the streets with me, Now that Spring is blowing Warm winds from the sea; Now that trees grow green and tall…

There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the t…

Sing a song of Spring-time, The world is going round, Blown by the south wind: Listen to its sound. ‘Gurgle’ goes the mill-wheel,

Part I. A couple old sat o’er the fire, And they were bent and gray; They burned the charcoal for their… Who lived long leagues away.

There once was a girl of Lahore, The same shape behind as before; As no one knew where To offer a chair, She had to sit down on the floor.

There once was an old man of Lyme Who married three wives at a time, When asked, ‘Why a third?’ He replied, 'One’s absurd! And bigamy, sir, is a crime.

HOW many colors here do we see se… Like rings upon God’€™s finger? S… Some four, some six, some seven.… To left of red, to right of violet… Waits darkness deep as night and b…

SHE passes in her beauty bright Amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight… And bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours,

I would not wish thee other than t… I love thee, love, so well in ever… That had I power to change thee In form or face or mind, I could not find

I HAVE two sons, wife’€” Two, and yet the same; One his wild way runs, wife, Bringing us to shame. The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim…

CHILDREN indeed are we—childre… Within a wondrous dwelling, while… Stretch the sad vapors and the voi… The house is fair, yet all is deso… Because our Father comes not; clo…

HOW slowly creeps the hand of Ti… On the old clock’€™s green-mantled… Yea, slowly as those ivies climb, The hours roll round with patient… The drowsy rooks caw on the tower,

NOW, sitting by her side, worn ou… Behold, I fell to sleep, and had… Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice… Crying aloud, “The Master on His… Openeth now the seventh seal of wo…

There once was a girl of Lahore, The same shape behind as before; As no one knew where To offer a chair, She had to sit down on the floor.

WHO calls me bold because I won… And did not pine, And waste my life with secret pain… To make him mine? I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s s…