HERE lies Duns Scotus
Who died of lotus.
On William Morris
ENTER Skald, moored in a punt,
And jacks and tenches exeunt.
MAGGIOR dolore è ben la Ricordanza,
O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza?
On Christina Rossetti
THERE'S a female bard, grim as a fakier,
Who daily grows shakier and shakier.
On The Two Bridal-Biers
How sweet a solace is the bridal-bed—
Dawn as prepared, evening as hallowèd
Is Memory most of miseries miserable,
Or the one flower of ease in bitterest hell?
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
E che ne dici?
Terra mai posa,
E mar rimbomba.
A Bad Omen
On the first day the priest
Could find no heart in the beast,
And two on the second day.
THOU fill'st from the winged chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-winged to its goal.