IF a leaf rustled, she would star… And yet she died, a year ago. How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so? And do they turn and turn in frigh…

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…

Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless fe… The crossings to and fro; A soul that treads without retreat

Toiling love, loose your pack, All your sighs and tears unbind: Care’s a ware will break a back, Will not bend a maiden’s mind. In this State a man shall need

By Sir W. S. St. Giles’s street is fair and wi… St. Giles’s street is long; But long or wide, may naught abide Therein of guile or wrong;

In youth I dreamed, as other yout… Of love, and thrummed an amateur g… To verses of my own,'€”a stout att… To hold communion with the Evenin… I wrote a sonnet, rhymed it, made…

Tune—Luther’s Chorale ‘Ein’ feste burg ist unser Gott’ Of old our City hath renown. Of God are her foundations, Wherein this day a King we crown

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…

By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inla… And is it so? Can Folly stalk And aim her unrespecting darts In shades where grave Professors… And Bachelors of Arts?

He. Aglai-a! Aglai-a! Sweet, awaken and be glad. She. Who is this that calls Aglaia?

I. VASHTI’S SONG Over the rim of the Moor, And under the starry sky, Two men came to my door And rested them thereby.

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…

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…

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…

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’€”