I. THE PERSONIFIED SE… AFFECTION’S charm no longer g… The idol of the shrine; But cold Oblivion seeks to fill Regret’s ambrosial wine.

No life in earth, or air, or sky; The sunbeams, broken silently, On the bared rocks around me lie,- Cold rocks with half-warmed lichen… And scales of moss; and scarce a y…

When I bought you for a song, Years ago—Lord knows how long!— I was struck—I may be wrong— By your features, And—a something in your air

‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet

High on the Thracian hills, half… Thyme, and the asphodel blooms, an… She of Miletus lay, and beside he… Scratched his ear with his hoof, a… Vainly the Maenid and the Bassari…

(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Being asked by an intimate party,— Which the same I would term as a… Though his health it were vain to… Since the mind to deceit it might…

We meet in peace, though from our… The sun that sparkles on our birth… Glanced as he rose on fields whose… With darker tints than those Auro… Though shorn his rays, his welcome…

(MR. INTERVIEWER INTER… Know me next time when you see me,… Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,… Take out your pensivil, d—n you; s… Any complaints to make? Lots of ‘…

(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCI… Looking seaward, o’er the sand-hil… quaint, By the San Francisco friars lifte… Sponsor to that wondrous city, now…

Two low whistles, quaint and clear… That was the signal the engineer— That was the signal that Guild, ’… Gave to his wife at Providence, As through the sleeping town, and…

(SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road… We heard the troubled flow Of the dark olive depths of pines… A thousand feet below.

(REFECTORY, MISSION S… Good!—said the Padre,—believe me… ‘Don Giovanni,’ or what you will, The type’s eternal! We knew him h… As Don Diego del Sud. I fear

(BY A COMMUNICANT OF '… He wore, I think, a chasuble, the… A stole and snowy alb likewise,—I… He called me ‘daughter,’ as he rai… And then, in thrilling undertones,…

Above the bones St. Ursula owns, And those of the virgins she chape… Above the boats, And the bridge that floats,

(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 188… No, I won’t,—thar, now, so! And i… And thar’s nary to tell that you f… And it’s ‘Belle, tell us, do!’ an… And 'Wot’s this yer yarn of the M…