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BABY'S LETTER beat bloom blush bosom breath bright BROKEN VASE caliph caught cheek clouds cold coming to town CUPID AND PSYCHE DEAD ROSE-TREE dear dream drooped Euthanasia eyes face faded faint fair fancy fields floweret flowers FLY-LEAF FRENCH OF BERANGER GADFLY gray GROWING OLD hair hand heart hills INDIAN SUMMER light lingers lips Little White Heads look looking-glass Lord Hath Saved love that lived loved Rosette lover lover speak maid MANON LESCAUT memory neighbor's nosegay o'er OLD TRAMP OLD WALTZ once I loved pen and ink petals rose scarlet rose Sedan chair sigh sings skies slumber soft softly SONG stirred stray SULLY-PRUDHOMME Summer Wind sweetheart tell TEMPORA MUTANTUR thee There's thou TIME'S REVENGE touch town to-day TRYST VALENTINE VANE wait warm watch wayside ween WHISPER OF LOVE wind is coming wings withered wonder yellow pane youth
Page 76 - TO CRITICS WHEN I was seventeen I heard From each censorious tongue, "I'd not do that if I were you; You see you're rather young." Now that I number forty years, I'm quite as often told Of this or that I shouldn't do Because I'm quite too old. O carping world! If there's an age Where youth and manhood keep An equal poise, alas! I must Have passed it in my sleep.
Page 73 - EXPLANATION HER lips were so near That — what else could I do? You'll be angry, I fear. But her lips were so near — Well, I can't make it clear, Or explain it to you. But — her lips were so near That— what else could I do?
Page 78 - ... quite a bore, Will not smile on me, and more To her taste she finds the noise And the chat of callow boys. Not the lines around my eye, Deepening as the years go by; Not white hairs that strew my head, Nor my less elastic tread; Cares I find, nor joys I miss, Make me feel my years like this:— Sweet sixteen is shy and cold, Calls me "sir,
Page 8 - In paint and powder London's fair Went trooping past together. Swift, Addison, and Pope, mayhap They sauntered slowly past her. Or printer's boy, with gown and cap, For Steele, went trotting faster. For beau nor wit had she a look; Nor lord nor lady minding, She bent her head above this book.
Page 98 - This world is a difficult world, indeed, And people are hard to suit, And the man who plays on the violin Is a bore to the man with the flute.
Page 83 - TIME'S REVENGE WHEN I was ten and she fifteen — Ah, me! how fair I thought her. She treated with disdainful mien The homage that I brought her, And, in a patronizing way, Would of my shy advances say: "It's really quite absurd, you see; He's very much too young for me.
Page 87 - THE PRIME OF LIFE JUST as I thought I was growing old, Ready to sit in my easy chair, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, And smile at a folly I would not share, Rose came by with a smile for me, And I am thinking that forty year Isn't the age that it seems to be, When two pretty brown eyes are near. Bless me! of life it is just the prime, A fact that I hope she will understand; And forty year is a perfect rhyme To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand. These gray hairs are by chance, you see...