Towards the evening of her splendi… Those who are little children now… (Finding this verse),'Who wrote i… And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forg…
Who caroused in the Dirt and was… His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyd… Carousing in the Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to S… And Hit him till it Hurt,
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.
When I am dead, I hope it may be… ‘His sins were scarlet, but his bo…
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…
Here lies a Dog.- may every Dog t… Lie in security - as this Dog lie…
Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:
The moon on the one hand, the dawn… The moon is my sister, the dawn is… The moon on my left and the dawn o… My brother, good morning: my siste…
I call you bad, my little child, Upon the title page, Because a manner rude and wild Is common at your age. The Moral of this priceless work
There is a wall of which the stone… Are lies and bribes and dead men’s… And wrongfully this evil wall Denies what all men made for all, And shamelessly this wall surround…
He lost his money first of all And losing that is half the story– And later on he tried a fall With fate, in things less transito… He lost his heart—and found it dea…
This man’s desire; that other’s ho… A third’s capricious tyrant: and m…
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…
Here richly, with ridiculous displ… The Politician’s corpse was laid… While all of his acquaintance snee… I wept: for I had longed to see h… Another on the Same
Rise up, and do begin the day’s ad… The Summer dark is but the dawn o… The last of sunset fades into the… The morning calls you from the dar… The holy mist, the white mist of t…
