George Houghton

  • The Manor Lord

    Beside the landsman knelt a dame,
      And slowly pushed the pages o’er;
    Still by the hearth-fire’s spending flame
      She waited, while a hollow roar
    Came from the chimney, and the breath
      Of twice seven hounds upon the floor;
    And, save the old man’s...

  • The Handsel Ring

    “here, o lily-white lady mine,
    Here by thy warrior sire’s own shrine,
    Handsel I thee by this golden sign,
            This sunshiny thing.”
    Weeping she reached her hand so slim,
    Smiled, though her eyes were wet and dim,
    Saying: “I swear, by Heaven, by...

  • Sandy Hook

    White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
    Light-houses here and there; a strand
    Strewn o’er with driftwood; tangled weeds;
    A squad of fish-hawks poised above
    The nets, too anxious-eyed to move;
    Flame-flowering cactus; wingëd seeds,
    That on a sea of...