The Dromedary is a cheerful bird: I cannot say the same about the K…
Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them
Of all the gods that gave me all t… To-day there deigns to walk with m… I lead him by the hand and tell hi… It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little…
It freezes– all across a soundless… The birds go home. The governing… The steadfast dark that waits not… The ultimate dark wherein the race… Death, with his evil finger to his…
I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
And is it True? It is not True. And if it were it wouldn’t do, For people such as me and you Who pretty nearly all day long Are doing something rather wrong.
Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told
The winter moon has such a quiet c… That all the winter nights are dum… She drives the gradual dark with d… And dreams go wandering from her d… Because the nights are silent, do…
The Bison is vain, and (I write i… The Door-mat you see on his head Is not, as some learned professors… The opulent growth of a genius’ br… But is sewn on with needle and thr…
The stranger warmth of the young s… Look! little beads of green begin… And hidden flowers have dated thei… Where late such droughty dusts wer… It’s not the month, but all the wo…
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies benea…
When Jesus Christ was four years… The angels brought Him toys of go… Which no man ever had bought or so… And yet with these He would not p… He made Him small fowl out of cla…
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what he saw was good. When Peter Wanderwide was thrown
The mirror held your fair, my Fai… A fickle moment’s space. You looked into mine eyes, and the… For ever fixed your face. Keep rather to your looking-glass
The parents of the learned child (His father and his mother) Were utterly aghast to note The facts he would at random quote On creatures curious, rare, and wi…
