A Strange Bird
... H grange ISirt) What bird is this I hear at still day-breaking, Singing 'neath my window in the budding maple tree Is it a dream-song is this sleep or wakingl shall arise and see. Ah 'tis an oreole an ...
... H grange ISirt) What bird is this I hear at still day-breaking, Singing 'neath my window in the budding maple tree Is it a dream-song is this sleep or wakingl shall arise and see. Ah 'tis an oreole an ...
... RHYMES OF THE MIMES (6) MATHESON LANG A Lang he would a Wu-ing go Heigh-ho says Critic In an oriental bungalow With a China shrine and a concubine {Heigh-ho says Drdmaty Critic). His face was like a f ...
... (P)ut £ait? Centuries of .wisdom Teach women to forget. How, otherwise, could they forgive Theithings menido 7 And yet Caroline Giltinan ...
... Ninepence or Kothmcj I Slow wears the day when weary hands are garr'd, And. the long drill is dreich, and the work hard But, cheer ye up, there's rest and a reward, Come Night, come Ninepence 1 II So ...
... a ¥rav's What can I wish for you in this New Year More than I wish you every day What can I say, I have not said before, What new prayer can I pray For every hour of every day Deep in my inmost heart ...
... 2T1)C East jpost A British cemetery near Festubert, where the names of most of our famous regiments are to be seen. They will not take the village ways again, Nor streets of towns made splendid in the ...
... (f I) v i s t in as D a i) Christmas, they say should not be wet, But crisp with snow and frost and rime It is so strange that we should get These April showers at Christmas time. But I would not at a ...
... awnnfl-- vjHHnj&CTJiwi Ji mrvmmms &f)f ?homr=Comtng Div ye mind, it was rainin', mither, the day I had to go Down by the gairden-gate there wi' the purple moor below- All heedless o' the drizzle o' th ...
... 2TI)e Mooter Ah, who is this, my hearties? Come, billy boys, say who. It's a grey-beard from the Old Kent Road Who's started life anew He's left behind his arm-chair snug, The joys he used to know, An ...
... 13 r a r m a v Pearl of the North, throned on the purple hills, That rank on rank in towering glories ri's'e, Till 'mid the foaming pathways of the clouds The Grampians lord the pastures of the skies. ...
... MIGHT I By LORD DUNSANY Night falls on the lone Sahara, and spark by spark Arabs I have not known Light fires in the dark. Of the specks of ash in the smoke, Which atom knows From wha fire it awoke, O ...
... K-tmiiiniiiiuiiiiiKT oj?- os.F.fncn 2Thr Sunlit IDousc White through the gate it gleamed and slept In shuttered sunshine. The parched garden J lowers, Their scarlet petals from the beds unswept Like c ...