... I. Portsmouth has seen full many a ship weigh anchor and go forth And bear defiance to the East and thunder to the North And many an English admiral therefrom has cleft the brine, And shown himself de ...

... 1. The winter sky is blue and keen, The winter wind is shrewd and bitter And white with snow the country scene, And brilliantly the icedrops glitter. Tramps on the road the labourer ...

... 4. . From the German I. PASS, with a song, The wine along In mirth begin the new-born year Behind us leave the sorrow gone, For brighter hours are speeding on, With the New Year II. Send, ...

... On this drear night, going whither, Mournful mother, with thy child What sad fate has brought thee hither, Now the snow-storm, sweeping wild, Buries every path and track, And the night i ...

... AH me! Did Memory never lack Those bygone scenes of beauty, Ere Care behind the rider's back Had brought a sense of duty? Then might Remembrance fondly limn Old pictures like a painter ...

... O PROUD Medical Science, Had you no self-reliance, That, to champion the cause Of Nature's strict laws, You ran this fierce tilt At a child's childish guilt-- A crazy hysterical, Fed w ...

... Here much love, and there but little, Here a flame, and there a flicker; Maiden, lovers' vows are brittle. How old folks can fret and bicker, Warning you to think of this, Hark the foolish gosli ...

... I. WHO has not gone, by rail or river, To dine where Richmond's aspens shiver, While far below, on winding Thames, The emerald islets shine like gems Perchance you've liked to do it grand And drive th ...

... J'Y ETAIS* That is the Vandervelde we prize; Just see how calm the tide is flowing. From those tall masts expectant eyes Soon would see, with glad surprise, Orange flags and pendants blowing. That's ...

... Orphans the words sound plaintive, now That crystals hang on every bough, And the sad wind sighs mournfully. Where in warm June the wandering bee Will blithely traffic 'mong the flowers, T ...

... Ay 'twas very long ago, That my grandmamma sat so By the oriel that dreary morning with her head half turned to see, Where across the oaken floor Of the sunlit corridor Came a visitor, unco ...

... DECORATING A CHURCH EASTER EVE) The old grey chancel arch looks proud, Gilt by the slant sunbeam, Shed from the glory of those saints Who in yon window gleam And now that every meadow shows Its own pe ...