Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasi… No man dared to strive with Kwasi… No man could compete with Kwasind… But the mischievous Puk-Wudjies,

From the river’s plashy bank, Where the sedge grows green and ra… And the twisted woodbine springs, Upward speeds the morning lark To its silver cloud—and hark!

‘Nunc plaudite!’ the Student crie… When he had finished; 'now applaud… As Roman actors used to say At the conclusion of a play;? And rose, and spread his hands abr…

Nowhere such a devious stream, Save in fancy or in dream, Winding slow through bush and brak… Links together lake and lake. Walled with woods or sandy shelf,

One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:— “Where are the kings, and where th… Of those who once the world posses… ”They’re gone with all their pomp…

Thus closed the tale of guilt and… That cast upon each listener’s fac… Its shadow, and for some brief spa… Unbroken silence filled the room. The Jew was thoughtful and distre…

The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea—birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman’s cottage

Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland he appeared. “Look!” they said,

Ah, Love! Perjured, false, treacherous Love… Enemy Of all that mankind may not rue! Most untrue

Garlands upon his grave And flowers upon his hearse, And to the tender heart and brave The tribute of this verse. His was the troubled life,

Heard a voice, that cried, “Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!” And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry

A strain of music closed the tale, A low, monotonous, funeral wail, That with its cadence, wild and sw… Made the long Saga more complete. ‘Thank God,’ the Theologian said,

O let the soul her slumbers break, Let thought be quickened, and awak… Awake to see How soon this life is past and gon… And death comes softly stealing on…

DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR M… We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea-breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day.

At the foot of the mountain height Where is perched Castel Cuille, When the apple, the plum, and the… In the plain below were growing wh… This is the song one might perceiv…