IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and languid and low, He la...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens;
The race is all over, bar shouting, they say;
The Clown ought to beat her;
Dick Neville is sweeter Than ever — he swears he can win ...
Fauconshawe[A Ballad]To fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran;
From the stream to the castle's western wing It was but a bowshot span;
On the sedgy brink where the osiers cling Lay a dead man, pallid and wan
"Turn out, boys
" — "What's up with our super
to-night
The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear —Stark mad — why, there isn't a glimmer of light
The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save
He is righteous whether He save or slay —Brother, give thanks for the gifts He gave,
Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away
Shall we strive for that which is nothing
Adieu to kindred hearts and home,
To pleasure, joy, and mirth,
A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread the earth;
For they are now so few indeed (Not more than three in all),
Part
Visions in the
Rest, and be thankful
On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,
Delilah[From a Picture]The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;
Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,
Make ready the rich loom of Tyre
The day, with its toil and its sorrow,
Scene
CE
BY
Laurence:
Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,
If his heart be true,
I care not what his pocket may afford;
And may he ever pleasantly each gallant sport pursue,
Aye, snows are rife in December,
And sheaves are in August yet,
And you would have me remember,
And I would rather forget;
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves,
And the cedar toss'd her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride;
The spring-wind pass'd through the town, through the housetops, casements, and eaves,
An...