Selecting in the dining—room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber glo… A female voice. As cold and bitter as a toad,
I have no brief for gambling, nay The notion I express That money earned 's the only way To pay for happiness. With cards and dice I do not hold…
Each day when it’s anighing three Old Dick looks at the clock, Then proudly brings my stick to me To mind me of our walk. And in his doggy rapture he
When twenty—one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn’t get up steam To welcome work of any kind. While students burned the midnight…
At dusk I saw a craintive mouse That sneaked and stole around the… At first I took it for a ghost, For it was snowy white —almost. I’ve seen them in captivity,
Just Home and Love! the words are… Four little letters unto each; And yet you will not find in all The wide and gracious range of spe… Two more so tenderly complete:
Is it not strange? A year ago to—… With scarce a thought beyond the h… I did my decent job and earned my… Was averagely happy, I’ll be boun… Ay, in my little groove I was con…
He’s yonder, on the terrace of the… The little wizened Spanish man, I… He’s sitting with his Pernod on h… He’s staring at the passers with h… He never takes his piercing eyes f…
I watched one day a parrot grey —'… “Cuckold!” he cried, until I sigh… Then balefully he looked at me, an… With sneering eye that seemed to p… So fierce, so bold, so grim, so co…
Here lyeth one Who loved the sun; Who lived with zest, Whose work was done, Reward, dear Lord,
It is not power and fame That make success; It is not rank or name Rate happiness. It is not honour due
That scathing word I used in scor… (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like boomerang to work me woe; Comes back to me with bitter blame
Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair,
She lay like a saint on her copper… Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ghoulish folks… Past the Dead and sneak away. Then came old Jules of the sightl…
From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the gentleness of June