Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction...
This I say, and this I know:
Love has seen the last of...
Upon the work of Walter Landor
I am unfit to write with...
Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I...
Dear dead Victoria
Rotted cosily;
In excelsis...
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little...
For one, the amaryllis and the rose;
The poppy, sweet as...
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and...
I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
Of worry and...
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that...
I. The Minor Poet
His little trills and chirpings...
I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
He will love you presently
If you be the way you be.
Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
It costs me never a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance...
Carlyle combined the lit'ry life
With throwing teacups at...
And if, my friend, you'd have it end,
There's naught to...
There was one a-riding grand
On a tall brown mare,
Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
On sweet young earth where the myrtle presses,
Long we...
I cannot rest, I cannot rest
In straight and shiny...
Back of my back, they talk of me,
Gabble and honk and...
When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right,...
Oh, I'd been better dying,
Oh, I was slow and sad;
A...