THE RAIN it rains without a sta… In the hills above us, in the hill… And presently the floods break way Whose strength is in the hills. The trees they suck from every clo…

I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s t… I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain,

BROKE to every known mischance,… By the light sane joy of life, the… Furious in luxury, merciless in to… Terrible with strength that draws… Strictest judge of her own worth,…

A FOOL there was and he made his… A Fool as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of… (We called her the woman who did n… But the fool he called her his lad…

The men that fought at Minden, th… So was them that fought at Waterl… All the 'ole command, yuss, from… They was once dam’ sweeps like you… Then do not be discouraged, ‘Eave…

AS I left the Halls at Lumley, r… Maid last season worshipped dumbly… And I wondered idly, blindly, if… That was all—the rest was settled… Yea, my life and hers were coupled…

Lo! What is this that I make—sudd… This that my clutch in the crowd p… Forward and onward I sprang when… And a cab like martagon opes and… And someone is taking my name, and…

“My son,” said the Norman Baron,… be heir To all the broad acres in England… share When he conquered the Saxon at Ha…

This is our lot if we live so long… Then we outlive the impatient year… And because we know we have breath… We shall assume that we are alive,… We shall not acknowledge that old…

WHO in the Realm to—day lays dow… And, unconcerned for his own estat… Let him approach. It is proven he… Our King asks nothing of any man… For to him above all was Life goo…

A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil’s golden page The story of the secret won From Proteus by Cyrene’s son— How the dank sea—god showed the sw…

WHEN the waters’ countenance Blurs ‘twixt glance and second gla… When our tattered smokes forerun Ashen ’neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze

WHEN you’ve shouted “Rule Brita… When you’ve finished killing Krug… Will you kindly drop a shilling in… For a gentleman in khaki ordered… He’s an absent—minded beggar, and…

BLESSÈD was our first age and morning—time. Then were no waies tarren, ne no cars numberen, but each followed his owne playinge—busyness to go about singly or by large interspaces, for ...