1. ON A RHINE STEAMER. Republic of the West, Enlightened, free, sublime, Unquestionably best Production of our time.

There are people, I know, to be f… Who say, and apparently think, That sorrow and care may be drowne… By a timely consumption of drink. Does not man, these enthusiasts as…

Two voices are there: one is of th… It learns the storm-cloud’s thunde… Now roars, now murmurs with the ch… Now bird-like pipes, now closes so… And one is of an old half-witted s…

1. IN THE BACKS. As I was strolling lonely in the… I met a woman whom I did not like… I did not like the way the woman w… Loose-hipped, big-boned, disjointe…

(From Her Point of View) When I had firmly answered 'No’, And he allowed that that was so, I really thought I should be free For good and all from Mr B.,

As long I dwell on some stupendou… And tremendous (Heaven defend us!… Monstr’-inform’-ingens-horrendous Demoniaco-seraphic Penman’s latest piece of graphic.

I. The husband’s. She’s not a faultless woman; no! She’s not an angel in disguise: She has her rivals here below: She’s not an unexampled prize:

I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere s… To order and symmetry grow). My muse is uncertain and slow,

In a wild moraine of forgotten boo… On the glacier of years gone by, As I plied my rake for order’s sa… There was one that caught my eye: And I sat by the shelf till I los…

At school I sometimes read a book… And learned a lot of lessons; Some small amount of pains I took… And showed much acquiescence In what my masters said, good men!

If I’ve dared laugh at you, Rober… ’Tis with eyes that with you have… You have oftener left me smiling o… Than any beside, one bard except. But once you spoke to me, storm-to…

Henley, June 7, 1891. Shall we, to whom the stream by ri… Who travel silent, save, perchance… Whose track’s a ripple,—leaves the… Nor frights the swan—scarce makes…

Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men:

Two voices are there: one is of th… It learns the storm cloud’s thunde… Now roars, now murmurs with the ch… Now birdlike pipes, now closes sof… And one is of an old half-witted s…

Of sentences that stir my bile, Of phrases I detest, There’s one beyond all others vile… “He did it for the best.” Of course he did: I don’t suppose…