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I. THE SOLDIER (Roumanian) When winter trees bestrew the path… Still to the twig a leaf or twain Will cling and weep, not Winter’s…
Small is my secret—let it pass— Small in your life the share I ha… Who sat beside you in the class, Awed by the bright superior lad: Whom yet with hot and eager face
NOW ponder well, you parents dear… These words which I shall write; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account
E. W. B. Archbishop of Canterbury: sometim… of Truro. October 1896 The Church’s outpost on a neck of… By ebb of faith the foremost left…
Behold! I am not one that goes to… Professors. The elementary laws never apologis… I find letters from the Dean drop… signed by the Dean’s name’
OF THREE CHILDREN CHOOS… A CHAPLET OF VERSE You and I and Burd so blithe’ Burd so blithe, and you, and I’ The Mower he would whet his scyth…
Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudimen… ‘Thinketh one made them i’ the fit… ‘Thinketh one made them with the ’… But not the answers; 'doubteth the… Only Guides, Helps, Analyses, su…
Friend, old friend in the Manse b… Hour by hour while the grey ash dr… You with a book on your knee, your… Silent both, and between you, sile… Silent here in the south sit I; a…
When as abroad, to greet the morn, I mark my Graciosa walk, In homage bends the whisp’ring cor… Yet to confess Its awkwardness
Know you her secret none can utter… Hers of the Book, the tripled Cro… Still on the spire the pigeons flu… Still by the gateway flits the gow… Still on the street, from corbel a…
O pastoral heart of England! like… Of green days telling with a quiet… O wave into the sunset flowing cal… O tirèd lark descending on the whe… Lies it all peace beyond the weste…
’Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry, ’Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon, But ’tis prettier far in County K… Coortin’ under the bran’ new moon, Aroon, Aroon!
After T. I. As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamyng… O softlye moaned the dove to her m… And meseemed unto my syghte Came rydynge many a knyghte
Down in the street the last late h… Still westward, but with backward… The harlot shuffles to her lonely… The tall policeman pauses but to t… A flash into the empty portico;
By W—ll—m C—wp—r. ’Tis evening. See with its resort… Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats… With too-familiar elbow, swell the… Vortiginous. The boating man retu…