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Scene.—A wide stretch of fallow g… frozen to iron hardness. Three lar… and wistfully eyeing the surface.… dull grey. (Triolet)
We walked where Victor Jove was s… And passed to Livia’s rich red mu… Whence, thridding cave and Cripto… We gained Caligula’s dissolving p… And each ranked ruin tended to beg…
They had long met o’ Zundays—her… And at junketings, maypoles, and f… But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle… Swore by noon and by night that he… Naibor Sweatley—a gaffer oft weak…
South of the Line, inland from fa… A mouldering soldier lies—your cou… Awry and doubled up are his gray b… And on the breeze his puzzled phan… Nightly to clear Canopus: “I woul…
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…
He paused on the sill of a door aj… That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him throu… Of her he had married the week bef… 'We called her the Hack of the Pa…
THERE were two youths of equal a… Wit, station, strength, and parent… They studied at the self-same scho… And shaped their thoughts by commo… One pondered on the life of man,
In the third-class seat sat the jo… And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form a… Bewrapt past knowing to what he wa… Or whence he came.
They bear him to his resting-place… In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger’s space; His kindred they, his sweetheart… Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Forty years back, when much had pl… That since has perished out of min… I heard that voice and saw that fa… He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake;
That love’s dull smart distressed… He shrewdly learnt to see, But that I was in love with a dea… Never suspected he. He searched for the trace of a pic…
Minor Key Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its lovelines… Had other aims than my delight.
Between the folding sea-downs, In the gloom Of a wailful wintry nightfall, When the boom Of the ocean, like a hammering in…
I was not he-the man Who used to pilgrim to your gate, At whose smart step you grew elate… And rosed, as maidens can, For a brief span.
Why do you harbour that great chev… Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full—len… Picture of bachelor gloom!