TO H.R.H. PRINCESS BEATRICE
... TO U.R.N. PRINCESS BEATRICE Two Sons of Love make day of human life, Which else with ali its pains and griefs and deaths Were utter darkness-- one, the Sun of dawn That brightens through the Mother's ...
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Behind the Times
... 'T was. at the club, and Mr. Smith, The hero of these rhymes, Was thirsting for one little look Into the London Times But, sad to say, it was engaged And politics or crimes lie cou ...
WELCOME HOME!
... Back from the field of fame, Welcome the Brave Back from Kassassin's fight, Tell of their deeds of might. Oh 1 'twas a glorious sight. Welcome the Brave Welcome the Heroes home Honour th ...
MICHAEL FARADAY
... MICH A EL FA RAD A Y BORN 22 SEPTEMBER 179I DIED 25 AUGUST 1S67 He sees in Nature's laws a code divine, A living Presence he must first adore, Ere he the sacred mysteries explore, Where Cosmos is his ...
THE YEAR'S DECAY
... The withering touch of Autumn wrinkles Nature's once fair face, Which shrinks in chill affright at Winter's bleak and sullen frown With mournful gaze we pause to watch the crisp leave ...
THE DAWN OF PEACE
... To weary Teuton and to hopeless Gaul Welcome alike, descend Brief with thy epilogue the curtain's fall The ghastly drama's end The conquerors filing off mid clash and roll Of arms an ...
AFTERNOON TEA
... Half-lighted is the dim long room, With fire-bright strips and dark recesses Through western windows dies the sun The girls and men come one by one, And laugh and talk, but no one guesse ...
WHAT'S MY THOUGHT LIKE?
... What is my thought like? Pay me the penny Thoughts are worth for the thinker's fee. Like But what if I haven't any Thoughts worth buying are not so many Bargains are bargains? ...
CHRISTMAS: MISANTHROPE SPEAKS
... CHRISTMAS MISANTHROPE SPEAKS OUT 1 old charlatan, humbug drear, I've borne your company many a year With barely stifled loathing. Your jovial face and beard of snow Scarce hide the wretchedness hid be ...
IN COOMASSIE
... By day and night they ever seem to hear, Approaching every day and night more near, The unhurrying rhythmic tread Of hostile power, more dread For being vague, immeasurable, unknown Power ...
FOUND--A THIMBLE
... FOUND-- A THIMBLE Only a silver thimble For womanly finger meet Yet to me it seems the symbol Of all that is true and sweet, And a thousand fancies nimble Dance round it with airy feet. By careless ey ...
CHRISTMAS CAROL
... Long ago went summer pleasures, Welcome winter joys With a song unlock our treasures, Costly Christmas toys. Let us air our hoarded riches, Lest December rust them Tales of fairies, dw ...