• “behold another singer!” Criton said,
    And sneered, and in his sneering turned the leaf:
    “Who reads the poets now? They are past and dead:
    Give me for their vain work unrhymed relief.”
    A laugh went round. Meanwhile the last ripe sheaf
    Of corn was garnered, and the summer birds
    Stilled their dear notes, while autumn’s voice of grief
    Rang...

  • The Cold winds swept the mountain’s height,
      And pathless was the dreary wild,
    And mid the cheerless hours of night
      A mother wandered with her child:
    As through the drifting snow she pressed,
    The babe was sleeping on her breast.

    And colder still the winds did blow,
      And darker hours of night came on,
    And deeper grew the...

  • The Maid, as by the papers doth appear,
    Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear,
    To test Lothario’s passion, simply said:
    “Forego the weed before we go to wed.
    For smoke take flame; I ’ll be that flame’s bright fanner:
    To have your Anna, give up your Havana.”
    But he, when thus she brought him to the scratch,
    Lit his cigar and threw away...