to-night 101 I'm hastening from the distant hills moon I'se a poor little sorrowful baby If I could see with a midge's eye If I the reasons well divine. Iflight should strike through every If some great angel spoke to me If the world seems cool to you 253 Marjorie, with the waiting face If this were all-oh! if this were all In spring, when branches of wood- In the best chamber of the house 194 My friend, my chum, my trusty 109 "Let earth give thanks," the dea- con said 256 437 Life hath its barren years 235 45 438 Life is a burden to every one's 249 My cigarette! The amulet. 214 130 400 My heart and I but lately were at 267 77 421 57 304 208 142 tender grace. O'er the sunlit hills of Berkshire. 410 So are the stars and the arching Old Time and I the other night Once more we stand with half- Once Venus, deeming Love too fat Only a baby 'thout any hair Only a man dead in his bed - Only a rose in a glass 127 pane 66 440 132 Somebody's heart is gay. 281 Some find Love late, some find him 85 170 138 Some love the glow of outward 48 39 99 and rose 105 Only a woman, shrivelled and Sometimes I smile, sometimes I old!. 370 sigh. 284 289 We die not at all, for our deeds 307 Where grass grows short and the Where moss-made beds are bright- 100 269 268 57 Whichever way the wind doth blow 271 46 236 We grasp a hand, we think it true 103 manner 263 We just shake hands at meeting 162 Why all this toil for triumphs of an 409 hour 283 355 |