Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs… Flouted opinion in his personal ha… For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took th… Thus in his naked style, though we…

It was a villainous spirit, snub-n… Of breath, thick-taloned and malev… That squatted within him wheresoev… .......And possessed the soul of… There was no peace on pillow or on…

What are these women up to? They’… Drapes over the windows, cutting o… And the slightest hope of a breeze… Can this be simply to avoid being… By some prying femme-de-chambre ac…

I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and b… It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark… Blood knows what it knows.

SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida h… Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-j… With chromium palms and a fromage… Not goodnight chocolates, nor the…

Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature… Already the bars are filled and J… Beneath a plentiful lady over the… He tilts his glass in the mild mah… I think of him when he first got o…

During the plague I came into my… It was a time of smoke-pots in the… Against infection. The blind head… Grinned its abuse Like a good democrat at everyone.

I’m mighty glad to see you, Mrs.… And thank you very kindly for this… Especially now when all the others… Are having holiday visitors, and… A little conspicuous and in the wa…

Of course, the familiar rustling o… My hair mussed from behind by a gr… Of mink. A little craning about t… If anyone I know is in the audien… And, as the house fills up,

Wines of the great châteaux Have been uncorked for you; Come, take this terrace chair: Examine the menu. The view from here is such

It’s all very well to dream of a d… Picasso’s or the Pope’s, The one that annually coos in Our… Half the world’s hopes, And the other one that shall cunni…

For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah… Composed in the Tower before his… These moving verses, and being bro… Painfully to the stake, submitted,… “I implore my God to witness that…

We have set out from here for the… Pastures of summer shade and mount… I have no doubt we shall arrive on… Is all the green of that enameled… A snapshot recollection or a dream…

The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me outdoors to smell

So there stood Matthew Arnold and… With the cliffs of England crumbl… And he said to her, 'Try to be tr… And I’ll do the same for you, for… All over, etc., etc.’