The same old story told again— The maiden droops her head, The ripening glow of her crimson c… Is answering in her stead. The pleading tone of a trembling v…

Always suddenly they are gone— The friends we trusted and held se… Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the marb… Dead mask of a face that nevermore

This is 'The old Home by the Mil… Although the old mill, roof and si… The old home, though, and old folk… Old cat-tails, weeds and hartychok… Here, Marg’et, fetch the man a ti…

Let me come in where you sit weepi… Let me, who have not any child to… Weep with you for the little one w… I have known nothing of. The little arms that slowly, slowl…

My little story, Cousin Rufus sai… Is not so much a story as a fact. It is about a certain willful boy— An aggrieved, unappreciated boy, Grown to dislike his own home very…

Within the sitting-room, the compa… Had been increased in number. Two… Young couples had been added: Emm… Ella and Mary Mathers—all could s… Like veritable angels—Lydia Marti…

I caught but a glimpse of him. Su… And I strayed from the town and i… And walked in a wood, while the no… Where the shadows were cool, and t… Was misty with fragrances stirred…

When little Dickie Swope’s a man, He’s go’ to be a Sailor; An’ little Hamey Tincher, he’s A-go’ to be a Tailor: Bud Mitchell, he’s a-go’ to be

It’s a mystery to see me—a man o’… Who’s lived a cross old bachelor f… A-lookin’ glad and smilin’! And t… That you can guess the reason why… I must tell you all about it! But…

O her beautiful eyes! they are as… On the violet’s bloom when the mor… And the light of their love is the… O’er the meadows of Spring where… As the morn shirts the mists and t…

Your hands– they are strangely fai… O Fair—for the jewels that sparkl… Fair– for the witchery of the spel… That ivory keys alone can tell; But when their delicate touches re…

In words like weeds, I’ll wrap me… Like coarsest clothes against the… But that large grief which these e… Is given in outline and no more. —TENNYSON.

Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost… The stars but strewed the azure as… The airs of night were quiet as th… And all your words were sweeter th… Illileo Legardi, in the garden th…

Ah, friend of mine, how goes it, Since you’ve taken you a mate?— Your smile, though, plainly shows… Is a very happy state! Dan Cupid’s necromancy!

The merriment that followed was su… As though the story-teller’s attit… Were dual, in a sense, appealing q… As much to sorrow as to mere delig… According, haply, to the listener’…