Friends had he many, neighbours ne… Rowfant and Crabbet lay few field… Each Sunday saw him here, his chu… Duly stroll in to talk of books an… Entrapped, may—be, to share my mod…

Oh, ’tis a terrible thing in early… To be assailed by laughter and mut… A terrible thing to be befooled fo… By one’s own foolish face betrayed… The little traitor, when she saw m…

‘Silence. I will not listen!’ ‘An… She added strangely, in a softer m… ‘You see I am not angry. Do you n… Only soft—hearted, and alas! too g… Why did you follow me?’ She took…

Even if I died no sound should te… Death babbles, but the calm of her… In vain would ask, no tell—tale br… The lips still treasuring a though… How vain my life has been in its d…

And so it was that, sitting ever t… Dumb to all speech of those that k… And bare with her sole sorrow in t… And ever watching with sad eyes be… To see if any came with help for h…

Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I… The France which has been, and sh… Is the most serious, and perhaps t… Of all the nations which have powe… France only of the nations has thi…

THE SAME CONTINUED A ‘woman with a past.’ What happi… Could heart desire for mistress or… Phoenix of friends, and most divin… Skilled in all fence to venture or…

Until it happened, as such things… That she, who had a proud man for… None the less loving that unloved… Must bear a child, the heir to his… Then Adrian left her. It was idle…

And what strange sights have these… Mid bonnes and children, in the T… What flights of hero, Emperor and… Since first I looked down from th… Here, with his Mornys and his Per…

My prison has its pleasures. Ever… At breakfast—time, spare meal of m… Sparrows come trooping in familiar… With head aside beseeching to be f… A spider too for me has spun her t…

THE SAME CONTINUED Thrice happy fools! What wisdom s… In this world or the next, if next… More deep, more full, more worthy… Than that first word of folly taug…

GOODWOOD To the high breezes of the Goodwo… London has fled, and there awhile… Its weariness of limb on lawns new… And in green shadows all its wars…

The gods did love Adonis, and for… He died, ere time had furrowed his… For Aphrodité slew him with a kis… He sighed one sigh, as though he f… The name he loved, but that his br…

‘We shall be friends. How friends… What? Like the Pont Neuf? Should… None ever yet repented it who durs… Oh! you shall know me as I dare n… You said I was not pretty. ’Tis t…

Yes, Italy is wise, a cultured pr… Stored with all maxims of a statel… These are her lessons for our nort… With its dark Saxon madness and N… With these she tempers us and rend…