I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three? – My friend, or…

At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on the thick…

[excerpts] from Book I What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal…

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant…

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And…

I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who. Another came in…

That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar…

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed: and plunging down Forgot…

Now must I these three praise – Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought,…

We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked of poetry….

Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember, Me, sitting here bored as a…

First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or…