Love Poems – Page 2858
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Larks and Nightingales
Alone I sit at eventide: / The twilight glory pales, / And o’er the meadows far and wide … -
Of Blue China
There ’s a joy without canker or cark, / There ’s a pleasure eternally new, / ’T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark … -
A Riddle
The Letter “H” / ’T WAS 1 in heaven pronounced, and ’t was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; … -
Lines to Miss Florence Huntington
Sweet maiden of Passamaquoddy, / Shall we seek for communion of souls / Where the deep Mississippi meanders, … -
Nonsense
GOOD reader, if you e’er have seen, / When Phœbus hastens to his pillow, / The mermaids with their tresses green … -
The Purple Cow
I Never saw a Purple Cow, / I never hope to see one; / But I can tell you, anyhow, … -
Psycholophon
[Supposed to be translated from the Old Parsee] / TWINE then the rays / Round her soft Theban tissues! … -
The Baker’s Tale
From “The Hunting of the Snark” / THEY roused him with muffins—they roused him with ice— / They roused him with mustard and cress— … -
Jabberwocky
’t Was brillig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; / All mimsy were the borogoves, … -
For a Novel of Hall Caine’s
After Kipling / HE sits in a sea-green grotto with a bucket of lurid paint, / And draws the Thing as it isn’t for the God of things as they ain’t.
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