Charles Henry Webb

Poems (4)

• Dum Vivimus Vigilemus

  Turn out more ale, turn up the light; / I will not go to bed to-night. …

• Gil, the Toreador

  The queen sat in her balcony, / The Loveliest of Spain; …

• March

  The earth seems a desolate mother,— / Betrayed like the princess of old, …

• With a Nantucket Shell

  I send thee a shell from the ocean beach; / But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech. …