A Minor Poet, and Other Verse

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What, have I waked again? I never thought To see the rosy dawn, or ev’n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere the dawn has come. The lamp burns low; low burns the lamp of life:...

As you have said, O Jason, let it be. I for my part am nothing loth to break A compact never in fair justice framed, Seeing how much one gave and one how much. For you, you thou...

In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, And the keen blast blew through the city drear, When delight had fled from the night and the day, My chill heart whispered, “June w...