OUT of your whole life give but a… All of your life that has gone bef… All to come after it,—so you ignor… So you make perfect the present,—c… In a rapture of rage, for perfecti…

ANCIEN RGIME. Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,…

['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t… And, while he kicks both feet in t… And feels about his spine small ef…

Verse-making was least of my virtu… Wealth that never yet was but migh… If the life would but lengthen to… So I said, “To do little is bad,… And made verse.

Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…

Said Abner, ‘At last thou art com… ’Kiss my cheek, wish me well!' Th… And he, ‘Since the King, O my fr… ’Neither drunken nor eaten have we… ‘Thou return with the joyful assur…

He was the man—Pope Sixtus, that… He knew the right thing, did it, a… But of all he had to thank for, my… To thinking, what most moved him w… For one day, as his wont was, in j…

LAST night I saw you in my sleep… And how your charm of face was cha… I asked ‘Some love, some faith yo… You answered ‘Faith gone, love es… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:

(_Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of… Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born!

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my… The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blas… I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press…

“HEIGHO,” yawned one day King… “Distance all value enhances! When a man’s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure— ’Faith, and at leisure once is he?

HIST, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugue… Answer the question I’ve put you… What do you mean by your mountaino… See, we’re alone in the loft,—

What is he buzzing in my ears? “Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of… Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I…

The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spit… And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break…

All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,