The promise of these fragrant flowers, The fruit that ’neath these blossoms lies Once hung, they say, in Eden’s bowers, And tempted Eve in Paradise. O fairest daughter of Eve’s blood, Lest her misprision thine should be, I ’ve nipped temptation in the bud And send this snowy spray to thee.
When i was seventeen I heard From each censorious tongue, “I ’d not do that if I were you; You see you ’re rather young.” Now that I number forty years, I ’m quite as often told Of this or that I should n’t do Because I ’m quite too old. O carping world! If there ’s an age Where youth...
Her lips were so near That—what else could I do? You ’ll be angry, I fear, But her lips were so near— Well, I can’t make it clear, Or explain it to you, But—her lips were so near That—what else could I do?
To you, whose temperate pulses flow With measured beat, serene and slow, The even tenor of whose way Is undisturbed by passion’s sway, This tale of wayward love may seem The record of a fevered dream. And yet, we two have that within To make us what our kind have been. A lure more strong, a wish...
Sullen and dull, in the September day, On the bank of the river, They waited the boat that should bear them away From their poor homes forever. For progress strides on, and the order had gone To these wards of the nation: “Give us land and more room,” was the cry, “and move on To the next...
The promise of these fragrant flowers, The fruit that ’neath these blossoms lies Once hung, they say, in Eden’s bowers, And tempted Eve in Paradise. O fairest daughter of Eve’s blood, Lest her misprision thine should be, I ’ve nipped temptation in the bud And send this snowy spray to...
