Charles Henry Webb

  • I Send a shell from the ocean beach;
    But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
              Hold to thine ear,
              And plain thou ’lt hear
              Tales of ships
              That were lost in the rips,
              Or that sunk on the shoals...

  • Turn out more ale, turn up the light;
    I will not go to bed to-night.
    Of all the foes that man should dread
    The first and worst one is a bed.
    Friends I have had both old and young,
    And ale we drank and songs we sung:
    Enough you know when this is...

  • The queen sat in her balcony,
      The Loveliest of Spain;
    Beneath rode all the chivalry,
      And roses fell like rain
    To crown the gallant gentlemen
      The gonfalon who bore:
    A woman’s favor fell for one,—
      Gil, the Toreador.

    Beneath...

  • The earth seems a desolate mother,—
      Betrayed like the princess of old,
    The ermine stripped from her shoulders,
      And her bosom all naked and cold.

    But a joy looks out from her sadness,
      For she feels with a glad unrest
    The throb of the unborn...

  • I send thee a shell from the ocean beach;
    But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
          Hold to thine ear,
          And plain thou’lt hear
          Tales of ships
          That were lost in the rips,
          Or that sunk on shoals
          Where...