#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
She was so wonderful I wondered If wedding me she had not blundere… She was so pure, so high above me, I marvelled how she came to love m… Or did she? Well, in her own fash…
I bought a young and lovely bride, Paying her father gold; Lamblike she rested by my side, As cold as ice is cold. No love in her could I awake,
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade — For thee in youth I met a maid By name of Mazie, Who lost no time in telling me
What have we done, Oh Lord, that… Are evil starred? How have we erred and sinned to be So scourged and scarred? Lash us, Oh Lord, with scorpion w…
My Daddy used to wallop me for ev… “Its takes a hair—brush back,” sai… And still to—day I scarce can loo… Without I want in sympathy to pat… For Dad declared with unction: “S…
I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soo… Someone would praise a bit Its purity and grace forlone,
I looked down on a daisied lawn To where a host of tiny eyes Of snow and gold from velvet shone And made me think of starry skies. I looked up to the vasty night
My tangoing seemed to delight her; With me it was love at first sight… I mentioned That I was a writer: She asked me: “What is it you wri… “Oh, only best—sellers,” I told h…
As you gaze beyond the bay With such wanness in your eyes, You who have out—stayed your day, Seeing other stars arise, Slender though your lifehold be,
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choic… I called her from her childish pla… And made a record of her voice. And now that she is truly gone,
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of Profanity! For I’ve been known with vulgar s…
My brother Jim’s a millionaire, while I have scarce a penny; His face is creased with lines of… While my mug hasn’t any. With inwardness his eyes are dim,
An olive fire’s a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spri… As in my grate it over—spills With dancing flames like daffodils… They flirt and frolic, twist and t…
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glo… Like lords and ladies gay. A joy are they to dream beside, As in the air of eventide
A thousand books my library Contains; And all are primed, it seems to me With brains. Mine are so few I scratch in thou…