Forest And Field
THE grass within the grove Knows neither hate nor love. Only the sterner fear Does show its shadow here. Only a tortuous dream Disturbs the blackened stream. Peace fiercer than......
A Hundred Years Ago
THE " SPECTATOR," JUNE 16ra, 1832. Sir Walter Scott has arrived in London, and is now at the house of his eon-in-law, Mr. Lockhart. Wo regret to learn that this eminent writer......
The Pear Tree
THE crooked tree, more worn than old, Unfailingly each autumn bears Her comic crop of scrubby pears For men to scorn and boys to scold. Yet every May she has her hour, Is clad......
A Letter From Paris
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] Spa,--There must be something radically wrong with the world when at the height of the Paris season one may cross the Avenue de l'Opera with......
Poetry
The Trespasser WHEN winter springs were flowing, And the lane was full of water, I climbed the bank by Rixon's farm And there met Rixon's girl : "Now who be you and what's your......
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