Threehundredsixteen

Was it so hard, Achilles,      So very hard to die? Thou knewest and I…


Threehundredfifteen

Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—……


Threehundredfourteen

Over the edge of the purple down,    Where the single lamplight gleams,…


Threehundredthirteen

I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup, to be cleansed with thy cool…


Threehundredtwelve

My old clock used to tell the time and subdivide diurnity; but now it's…


Threehundredeleven

Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight…


Threehundredten

But he grew old—    This knight so bold—    And o’er his heart a…


Threehundrednine

Around me are the two hundred and forty men of B Company, Mud-colored;…


Threehundredeight

I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a…


Threehundredseven

I’ve sent my empty pot again To beg another slip; The last you gave, I’m…