They spoke of Progress spring round.Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward-It is not true to say I frowned.Or ran about the room and roared;I might have simply sat and snored-I rose politely in the clubAnd said, " I feed a little...

BETWEEN BIRTHDAYMy birthday so long to start,They come along a year apart.It’s worse than waiting for a bus;I fear I used to fret and fuse,But now, when by impatience vexedBetween one birthday and the next,I think of all th...

Werther had a love CharlotteSuch as words could never utter;Would you know first he met her?She was cutting bread and butter.Charlotte was a married lady,And a moral man was Werther.And for all the wealth of Indies,Would do...

The Microbe is so very smallYou cannot make him out at all.But many sanguine people hopeTo see him through a microscope.His jointed tongue that lies beneathA hundred curious rows of teeth;His seven tufted tails with lotsOf...

JUST A DIFFERENCEPatsy the Peke on a satin seatWhenever I come alongLooks at me with disdainful eyesAs if I were doing wrong.Patsy won’t let me stroke her fur.I think it is unfair of her!Sandy the sheep-dog in his kennel...

JUST A DIFFERENCEPatsy the Peke on a satin seatWhenever I come alongLooks at me with disdainful eyesAs if I were doing wrong.Patsy won’t let me stroke her fur.I think it is unfair of her!Sandy the sheep-dog in his kennel...

A LEAP-YEAR EPISODECan I forget that winter night?In eighteen eighty-four,When Nellie, charming little sprite,Came tapping at the door?"Good evening, miss,' i said,For in my heart I know-And, knowing hung my pretty...

ON ROBERT DUDLEYEARL OF LEICESTER.Here lieth the worthy warrior.Who never blooded sword;Here lieth the noble councilor,Who never held his word;Here lieth his excellency,Who ruled all the state;Here lieth the Earl of LEI...

How pleasant to know MR. LEAR!Who has written such volume of stuff!Some think him ill-tempered and queer,Bur a few think him pleasant enough.His mind is concrete and fastidious,His nose is remarkably big;His visage is more or l...

Good-byeGood-bye, proud world, I'm going home,Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;Long through thy weary crowds I roam;A river-ark on the ocean brine,Long I've been tossed like the driven foam,But now, proud world, I'm goi...