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…
The Llama is a wooly sort of flee… With an indolent expression and an… Like an unsuccessful literary man. And I know the place he lives in… It is Ecuador, Brazil or Chile–…
Because my faltering feet may fail… The first descendant of the steps… Give me the Word in time that tri… I too must pass into the misty hol… Where all our living laughter stop…
To exalt, enthrone, establish and… To welcome home mankind’s mysterio… Wine, true begetter of all arts th… Wine, privilege of the completely… Wine the recorder; wine the sagely…
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and… Young Algernon, the Doctor’s Son… Was playing with a Loaded Gun. He pointed it towards his Sister, Aimed very carefully, but
This is the laughing-eyed amongst… My lady’s month. A season of youn… She rules the light with harmony,… The year’s first green upon the be… How often, where long creepers win…
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…
Here lies a Dog.- may every Dog t… Lie in security - as this Dog lie…
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all un… You do not take my fancy in the le… You have a horn where other brutes… Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast.
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since th… And ever since then the clapper is… And the sweeps have fallen from H…
November is that historied Empero… Conquered in age, but foot to foot… Who from his refuge high has heard… Of squadrons in pursuit, and now,… Stirrups the storm and calls the w…
Who was too Freely Moved to Tear… Lord Lundy from his earliest year… Was far too freely moved to Tears… For instance if his Mother said, “Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!”
Look, how those steep woods on the… Burn, burn against the sunset; now… Invades our very noon: the year’s… Mornings are dark, and evenings co… The vines below have lost their pu…
The north-cast wind has come from… Roaring he came above the white wa… The foam of the loud sea was on hi… And all his hair was salt with fal… Over the keen light of northern da…
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs…
