{"1": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a7IF 1\\n^K\\nIf ig|i r\\na v", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS,\\nChap Copyright No\\nSheIi\\\\E 5i3l4\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "By the Same Author\\nTHE JINGLE BOOK\\nTHE STORY OF BETTY\\nAT THE SIGN OF THE\\nSPHINX", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDTLS\\nBy CAROLYN WELLS\\nPictured by\\nOLIVER HERFORD\\nNEW YORK DODD, MEAD\\nAND COMPANY MDCCCC", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1900, by DODD,\\nMead and Company\\nKi\\nLibrary of Congress\\nTvc Copies Rei\\nNOV 14 1900 J\\nfc,,V\\\\K3 .ft\\nSECOND COPY\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVISION\\nNo\\n)1\u00c2\u00ab\\nUNIVERSITY PRESS JOHN WILSON\\nAND SON CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "To OLIVER HERFORD\\nGUIDE, PHILOSOPHER, FRIEND", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "c o n r e n r s\\nThe Spelling Lesson 3\\nA Warning 4\\nSighted 7\\nTit for Tat 9\\nTo Omar 10\\nTo a Milkmaid 13\\nAn Artistic Evening 15\\nA Secret Woe 16\\nThe Derelict 19\\nA Patient Lover 20\\nFate 21\\nMy Choice 22\\nTo a Poet 24\\nThe Latest Fad 26\\nThe Poster Girl s Defence 28\\nvii", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nBallade of Old Loves 30\\nMaiden Meditation 32\\nA Rara Avis 33\\nA Pastoral in Posters 35\\nA Ballade of Revolt 36\\nThe 111 Wind 38\\nThe Whist Player s Soliloquy 40\\nMy Friends 42\\nTo Certain Conservatives 43\\nThe Annual Sentence 46\\nA Ballade of Indignation 47\\nMy Familiar 49\\nA Ballad of Christmas Burdens 51\\nThe Poster Girl 54\\nSonnet on the Sonnet on the Sonnet 56\\nSpring s Revenge 57\\nA Ballade of Petition 62\\nCupid s Failure 64\\nThe Celebrants 65\\nThey that go down to the Sea in Ships 66\\nA Maiden s No 69\\nThe Original Summer Girl 70\\nviii", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nThe Debutante 71\\nBallade of Wisdom and Folly 73\\nA Possibility 75\\nA Memory 76\\nThe Vampire of the Hour 78\\nAn Aquarelle 80\\nIn Absence 83\\nFrom Vivette s Milkmaid 84\\nA Woman s Wail 85\\nThe Discriminant 88\\nNothing to Read 90\\nA Picture 94\\nA Problem 95\\nThe Degenerate Novelist 98\\nHer Spinning- Wheel 99\\nUnkind Fate 100\\nWoman s Way 102\\nOne Week 105\\nThe Trailing Skirt 106\\nQuatrain 109\\nThe Ballade of The Ad 110\\nAubrey Beardsley s Pictures 112\\nix", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nHer Easter Morning 113\\nAn Unwritten Poem 115\\nThe Book Lifter 118\\nUtilitarian 121\\nUnder a New Charter 122\\nLeft 125\\nAn Explanation 126\\nThe Lay of Lothario Lee 127\\nChristmas Eve 132\\nPast and Present 133\\nEpitaph on a Ballet Dancer 13 5\\nAn Important Trust 136\\nAn Unorthodox Christmas 138\\nIn the Klondike 140\\nCela Va Sans Dire 142\\nThe Thoughtful Yardstick 143\\nAuf Wiedersehen 144\\nOf Modern Books 145\\nThe Horseless Age 147\\nThe Tragedy of a Theatre Hat 148\\nBallade of Ecclesiastes 154", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "T AM nae Poet, in a sense,\\nBut just a Rhymer, like, by chance,\\nAn hue to learning nae pretence,\\nYet, what the matter}\\nWhene er my Muse does on me glance,\\nI jinglt at her.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nTHE SPELLING LESSON\\nWHEN Venus said Spell no for me,\\nN-O, Dan Cupid wrote with glee,\\nAnd smiled at his success\\nAh, child, said Venus, laughing low,\\nWe women do not spell it so,\\nWe spell it Y-E-S.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "A WARNING\\nOH, you Summer Girl!\\nYou ridiculous, absurd, hackneyed, over-\\nworked, adorable Summer Girl\\nYou shirt-waisted goddess\\nAnd sailor-hatted sylph,\\nYou picturesque potpourri of outing effects,\\nYou think you re great,\\nDon t you\\nAnd you are.\\nYou re a power, and a queen, and a tyrant.\\nAnd you know it,\\nAnd you glory in it.\\nAnd I don t blame you.\\nI think you re all right myself.\\nBut\\nAlthough you rule your young men,\\nYour swains and gallants and cavaliers\\nAlthough you think\\nAll mankind bow beneath your sway,\\nIt is n t true.\\n1 defy you\\n4", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A WARNING\\nI!\\nI am your lord and master, and of me you are\\nafraid\\nAbjectly, shrinkingly, and shudderingly afraid.\\nWho am I\\nI am Time, Father Time; your friend and ally\\nnow.\\nBut remember,\\nI have you in my power,\\nIrrevocably in my power,\\nAnd at my will I can transform you into a crone,\\nAn old, wrinkled, haggard, toothless crone.\\nBut I won t do it at least, not now.\\nFor a few years I will let you defy me.\\nYou may misuse me, waste me, and even try to kill\\nme,\\nAnd I will only serve you faithfully in return,\\nAnd bring you triumphs and happinesses.\\nBut some day\\nI will steal your treasures\\nYour bewitching gowns,\\nAnd coquettish hats.\\nYes, and I will steal\\nThe roses from your cheeks\\nAnd the sparkle from your eyes.\\nAnd then, milady,\\n5", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nWhat will you do\\nBut meanwhile, Summer Girl,\\nHave all the fun you can.\\nAnd now,\\nRun away and play.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "SIGHTED\\nCT, VALENTINE S ship comes sailing\\nAcross the Sea of Dreams\\nRoses hang from the railing,\\nThe golden pennant gleams.\\nBlown by the winds of Fancy,\\nCareless of maps or charts\\nSteered by Love s necromancy,\\nAnd ballasted with hearts.\\nAcross the space between us\\nShe glides on even keel\\nHer figurehead s a Venus,\\nAnd Cupid s at the wheel.\\nThe turtle-doves are swinging\\nIn wreaths hung from the bow\\nYouth at the helm is singing,\\nAnd Pleasure at the prow.\\n7", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nFreighted with fair Romances,\\nLove-knots and ribbons blue\\nAs nearer she advances\\nI hear the ringdoves coo.\\nHo maidens, all be merry,\\nAnd, gallants, pay your court\\nFourteenth of February\\nShe will arrive in port.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "TIT FOR TAT\\nQECURE from observation,\\nA Bookworm made his home\\nAnd pursued his occupation\\nIn a dry and dusty tome,\\nMade by some wise old sages\\nThat lesser minds might learn.\\nThe Bookworm turned the pages\\n(For even a worm will turn)\\nHe said, What prosy leaders\\nAnd, judging by its look,\\nThis book has bored its readers,\\nNow I will bore the book.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TO OMAR\\nMAR KHAYYAM, you re a jolly old Aryan,\\nHalf sybaritic and semi-barbarian,\\nNot a bit mystic, but utilitarian,\\nFond of a posy and fond of a dram.\\nSymbolist, poet, and clear-eyed philosopher,\\nHad you a wife I am sure you were boss of her,\\nYet you d be ruled by the coquettish toss of her\\nGarland-crowned head at you, Omar Khayyam.\\nFor there is vanity\\nIn your humanity,\\nElse your urbanity\\nWere but a flam\\nAnd the severity\\nOf your austerity\\nProves your sincerity,\\nOmar Khayyam.\\nWell I remember when first you were heralded,\\nPersian-born poesy ably Fitzgeralded\\nImpulse said buy you and I to my peril did\\nNow a meek slave to your genius I am.\\nIO", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "TO OMAR\\nSome of your doctrines to us may seem hatable,\\nThough we admit that the themes are debatable\\nBut your ideas, are they really translatable\\nInto our languages, Omar Khayyam\\nIn your society\\nAll inebriety\\nSeems but propriety,\\nTruth but a sham\\nAnd the reality\\nOf your carnality\\nCourts immortality,\\nOmar Khayyam.\\nFrom the grave depths of your massive tranquil-\\nlity\\nThoughts you produce, knowing well their fu-\\ntility,\\nThoughts that you phrase with a fatal facility,\\nHurl with the force of a battering-ram\\nBut we care not though your message be cynical,\\nNot very creedal, and scarcely rabbinical,\\nWe, your adorers, put you on a pinnacle,\\nFor that we love you, old Omar Khayyam.\\nThough you re erroneous,\\nStill you re harmonious,\\nAnd you re euphonious\\n1 1", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nIn epigram.\\nO er the censorious\\nYou are victorious\\nWe hold you glorious,\\nOmar Khayyam.\\n12", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "TO A MILKMAID\\nT HAIL thee, O milkmaid\\nGoddess of the gaudy morn, hail\\nAcross the mead tripping,\\nInvariably across the mead tripping,\\nThe merry mead with cowslips blooming,\\nWith daisies blooming,\\nThe milkmaid also more or less blooming\\nI hail thee, O milkmaid\\nI recognise the value of thy pail in literature and art.\\nWhat were a pastoral poet without thee\\nOh, I know thee, milkmaid\\nI hail thy jaunty juvenescence.\\nI know thy eighteen summers and thy eternal springs.\\nAy, I know thy trials\\n1 know how thou art outspread over pastoral poetry.\\nRampant, ubiquitous, inevitable, thy riotings in pas-\\ntoral poetry,\\nAnd in masterpieces of pastoral art\\nHow oft have I seen thee sitting\\nOn a tri-legged stool sitting\\nOn the wrong side of the cow sitting\\n*3", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nGarbed in all thy preposterous paraphernalia.\\nI know thy paraphernalia\\nYea, even thy impossible milk pail and thy improbable\\nbodice.\\nShort-skirted siren\\nBig-hatted beauty\\nWhat were the gentle spring without thee\\nI hail thee\\nI hail thy vernality, and I rejoice in thy hackneyed\\nubiquitousness.\\nI hail the superiority of thy inferiorness, and\\n1 lay at thy feet this garland of gratuitous\\nHails", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "i?-yu", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "AN ARTISTIC EVENING\\nTURNER sunset flickered on the madly-scarlet\\nhills,\\nAnd the valley had a Wordsworth atmosphere\\nThe babbling little brooklet ran in Tennysonian rills,\\nAnd a Rosa Bonheur cow was grazing near.\\nA crescent moon was floating on the Vereshchagin sky,\\nThe heavens were with Ruskin clouds o erspread\\nA lanky Burne-Jones maiden, with a halo, wandered\\nby,\\nWhile a Millet rustic stood and hung his head.\\nThe primrose at the old stand blossomed by the\\nriver s brim,\\nA nightingale or two began to sing,\\nAnd Bouguereau s Bather murmured, as she went to\\ntake her swim\\nI think that we shall have a Corot Spring.\\n\u00c2\u00ab5", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "A SECRET WOE\\nA GIBSON Girl was hanging in a frame upon\\nmy wall\\nShe was exceeding graceful and she was exceeding\\ntall.\\nI suppose I must have dreamed it, though 1 thought\\n1 was awake,\\nBut that Gibson maiden softly sighed, and then she\\nsoftly spake.\\nHer voice was low and lovely, her diction was correct,\\nHer language such as from a Gibson Girl one might\\nexpect\\nBut she seemed a bit unhappy, and a tear was in her\\neye,\\nSo I sympathetically begged that she would tell me\\nwhy.\\nShe smiled a little sadly, and in a wistful tone\\nShe rather intimated she had troubles of her own.\\nThen she folded her long Gibson arms and shook\\nher Gibson head,\\nTossed back her wavy Gibson hair, and this is what\\nshe said:\\n16", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A SECRET WOE\\nI know that I am stunning, I know I m chic and\\nswell\\nMy costumes are perfection, and I pose extremely well.\\nI can play at golf or tennis, I can skate or swim or\\nride;\\nI ve been admired in every role from de butante to\\nbride.\\n1 look charming in a shirt waist, and I m given every\\nchance\\nTo display my Gibson shoulders at a dinner or a\\ndance.\\nMy features are patrician, and my figure is n t bad\\nI m never out of drawing, and I am the present fad.\\nAnd yet 1 know 1 m silly, but I m longing to be\\nshort\\nA little doll-faced girlie of the airy, fairy sort.\\nTo be caressed and petted, called Bebe and Petite\\nTo be told that I have tiny hands and Cinderella feet\\nTo be shielded and protected lest 1 overtax my\\nstrength\\nTo wear coats and skirts and dresses of an ordinary\\nlength.\\nAnd besides, her sweet voice faltered, and her\\nGibson eyelids drooped,\\nAnd round her fingers nervously her handkerchief\\nshe looped,\\n17", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nI met my fate this summer, I did, really, and\\nyou see\\n1 m awfully in love with him, and he s in love with\\nme.\\nHe s the dearest man in all the world, but he is n t\\nvery tall,\\nSo that s another reason why I wish that 1 were small.\\nWhen I think of all my Gibson beaus of six feet,\\neight, or more,\\n1 marvel that I ve given my heart to a man of five\\nfeet four.\\nShe said no more, but silently she hung there in her\\nplace\\nA Gibson impassivity stole o er her perfect face\\nAnd I love her and admire her as a. clever work of\\nart,\\nBut I pity that poor Gibson Girl, because 1 know\\nher heart.\\n18", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE DERELICT\\nUPON the sad, illusive Sea of Dreams,\\nA phantom barque, tossed by the billows, rides\\nAt mercy of the shifting winds and tides\\nAnd on its ghostly sail the moonlight gleams.\\nAbandoned by all mariners it seems\\nNo staying hand its reckless rudder guides,\\nYet smoothly o er the trackless deep it glides,\\nUnheeding that its course with danger teems.\\nAcross the watery dark my way I grope,\\nI will adopt this derelict so fair\\nI raise my flag and float my colours there\\nBut with its waywardness I cannot cope\\nI, too, abandon it in my despair,\\nIt is unseaworthy. Its name is Hope.\\n*9", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "A PATIENT LOVER\\nMY sweetheart is a treasure\\nAnd I love her beyond measure,\\nAnd each day 1 have discovered some new and\\ncharming trait\\nBut it made me feel the saddest\\nWhen I found she was a faddist,\\nAnd that I must be neglected for caprices up to\\ndate.\\nAt one time it was Browning,\\nThen, First Aid to the Drowning,\\nThen Trying to Discover why Cats Land on their\\nFeet;\\nThen Bric-a-brac Collecting,\\nThen Views on Vivisecting,\\nThen a dainty Kind of Slumming in a very dirty\\nStreet.\\nGoodness knows what next it will be,\\nFor a long time it was Trilby,\\nUntil unto Napoleon she became a devotee\\nNow it s Joan of Arc and her Age\\nBut I try to keep up courage,\\nFor I hope the time is coming when she 11 make\\na fad of me.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "FATE\\nTWO shall be born the whole world wide apart,\\nAnd speak in different tongues, and pay their\\ndebts\\nIn different kinds of coin and give no heed\\nEach to the other s being. And know not\\nThat each might suit the other to a T,\\nIf they were but correctly introduced.\\nAnd these, unconsciously, shall bend their steps,\\nEscaping Spaniards and defying war,\\nUnerringly toward the same trysting-place,\\nAlbeit they know it not. Until at last\\nThey enter the same door, and suddenly\\nThey meet. And ere they ve seen each other s face\\nThey fall into each other s arms, upon\\nThe Broadway cable car and this is Fate\\n21", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "MY CHOICE\\nPOETS in dainty verse express\\nThe charms of maid or lady fair\\nThey rhyme their praises of her dress,\\nOr laud the snood that binds her hair.\\nSylvia s shoe s beyond compare,\\n{Catherine s kirtle s tightly laced,\\nBut in these themes 1 have no share,\\nI sing my Polly s pink shirt waist.\\nThe stately ruff of good Queen Bess,\\nOr Cleopatra s mantle rare,\\nHave each a charm, I will confess,\\nThe peasant s garb is debonair;\\nThe Gainsborough with its flaunting flare,\\nDemure Priscilla s kerchief chaste,\\nNone of these may my heart ensnare,\\nI sing my Polly s pink shirt waist.\\nAlthough the white veil seems to bless\\nThe novice as she kneels in prayer\\nThough cap and gown achieve success\\nIn college or professor s chair", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "MY CHOICE\\nToilettes which neath the gas-light s glare\\nThe haughty ball-room belle have graced,\\nFor praise of these, go, search elsewhere,\\nI sing my Polly s pink shirt waist.\\nL ENVOI\\nPrincess, I mind not what you wear,\\nYour royal robes suit not my taste\\nFor silks and gems I do not care,\\nI sing my Polly s pink shirt waist.\\n23", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "YES, Poet, I am coming down to earth,\\nTo spend the merry months of blossom-time\\nBut don t break out in pagans of glad mirth\\nExpressed in hackneyed rhyme.\\n24", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "TO A POET BY SPRING\\nFor once, dear Poet, won t you kindly skip\\nYour ode of welcome It is such a bore\\nI am no chicken, and 1 ve made the trip\\nSix thousand times or more.\\nAnd as I flutter earthward every year,\\nYou must admit that it grows rather stale\\nWhen I arrive, repeatedly to hear\\nThe same old annual Hail\\nTime was when I enjoyed the poets praise,\\nWill Shakspere s song, or Mr. Milton s hymn\\nOr even certain little twittering lays\\nBy ladies quaint and prim.\\nChaucer and Spenser filled me with delight,\\nAnd how I loved to hear Bob Herrick woo\\nOld Omar seemed to think 1 was all right,\\nAnd Aristotle, too.\\nBut I am sated with this fame and glory,\\nOh, Poet, leave Parnassian heights unsealed\\nThis time let me be spared the same old story,\\nAnd come for once unhailed\\n25", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE LATEST FAD\\nN ANNETTE is just the dearest girl;\\nTo her I vow my love and duty\\nFrom slipper-tip to shining curl\\nShe s my ideal of dainty beauty.\\nShe s all a fiancee should be,\\nNo words are fond enough to praise her\\nBut life has lost its charm for me\\nSince Nan became a crystal-gazer.\\nThe passing fad of each new day\\nHas caught her somewhat fickle fancy\\nIt nearly took my breath away\\nWhen she went in for Chiromancy.\\nShe studied Psychical Research,\\nAnd Hypnotism did n t faze her\\nShe even joined the Buddhist church\\nBut now she is a crystal-gazer.\\nSome of her fads 1 rather liked,\\nHer cult of Ibsen, or of Browning,\\nHer swagger costume when she biked,\\nHer Dress Reform and Delsarte gowning\\n26", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE LATEST FAD\\nI liked it when she tried to cook\\nCrabs a la Newburg in her blazer\\nBut life takes on a different look\\nSince Nan became a crystal -gazer.\\nHer fervid gaze she concentrates,\\nThat crystal ball her constant focus\\nShe ardently invokes the Fates\\nAnd all their mystic hocus-pocus,\\nWith muscles tense, and head erect,\\nUntil the gleaming crystal sways her\\n(I ve known it to have that effect,\\nThough I am not a crystal-gazer)\\nOf course I know it s but a freak,\\nThe very latest London notion\\nShe may forget it in a week\\nAnd find some other new devotion.\\nBut with my heart too long she s played,\\nI wonder if it would amaze her\\nIf I should woo another maid\\nWhile Nan remains a crystal -gazer.\\n2 7", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE POSTER GIRL S DEFENCE\\nTT was an Artless Poster Girl pinned up against\\nmy wall,\\nShe was tremendous ugly, she was exceeding tall\\nI was gazing at her idly, and 1 think 1 must have\\nslept,\\nFor that poster maiden lifted up her poster voice, and\\nwept.\\nShe said between her poster sobs, I think it s rather\\nrough\\nTo be jeered and fleered and flouted, and I ve stood\\nit long enough\\nI m tired of being quoted as a Fright and Fad and\\nFreak,\\nAnd I take this opportunity my poster mind to speak-\\nAlthough my hair is carmine and my nose is edged\\nwith blue,\\nAlthough my style is splashy and my shade effects\\nare few,\\n28", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE POSTER GIRL S DEFENCE\\nAlthough 1 m out of drawing and my back hair is\\na show,\\nYet I have n t half the whimseys of the maidens that\\nyou know.\\nI never keep you waiting while I prink before the\\nglass,\\nI never talk such twaddle as that little Dawson lass,\\nI never paint on china, nor erotic novels write,\\nAnd I never have recited Curfew must not ring to-\\nnight.\\n1 don t rave over Ibsen, I never, never flirt,\\nI never wear a shirt waist with a disconnected skirt\\nI never speak in public on The Suffrage, or The\\nRace,\\n1 never talk while playing whist, or trump my partner s\\nace.\\n1 said O artless Poster Girl, you re in the right\\nof it,\\nYou are a joy forever, though a thing of beauty, nit\\nAnd from her madder eyebrows to her utmost purple\\nswirl,\\nAgainst all captious critics I 11 defend the Poster Girl.\\n29", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "BALLADE OF OLD LOVES\\nT X 7 HO is it stands on the polished stair,\\nV A merry, laughing, winsome maid,\\nFrom the Christmas rose in her golden hair\\nTo the high-heeled slippers of spangled suede\\nA glance, half daring and half afraid,\\nGleams from her roguish eyes downcast\\nAlready the vision begins to fade\\n*T is only a ghost of a Christmas Past.\\nWho is it sits in that high-backed chair,\\nQuaintly in ruff and patch arrayed,\\nWith a mockery gay of a stately air\\nAs she rustles the folds of her old brocade,\\nMerriest heart at the masquerade\\nAh, but the picture is passing fast\\nBack to the darkness from which it strayed\\nT is only a ghost of a Christmas Past.\\nWho is it whirls in a ball-room s glare,\\nHer soft white hand on my shoulder laid,\\nLike a radiant lily, tall and fair,\\nWhile the violins in the corner played\\n3\u00c2\u00b0", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "BALLADE OF OLD LOVES\\nThe wailing strains of the Serenade\\nOh, lovely vision, too sweet to last\\nE en now my fancy it will evade\\nT is only a ghost of a Christmas Past.\\nL ENVOI\\nRosamond look not so dismayed,\\nAll of my heart, dear love, thou hast.\\nJealous, belove d Of a shade\\nT is only a ghost of a Christmas Past.\\n3*", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "MAIDEN MEDITATION\\n(A RONDEAU)\\nMYRTILLA thinks be still, oh, breeze,\\nYe birds, cease warbling in the trees,\\nYe wavelets, your light plash subdue,\\nYe turtle-doves, neglect to coo,\\nAnd silent be, ye buzzing bees,\\nLest even your soft harmonies\\nIntrude upon such thoughts as these,\\nFor though astonishing, t is true,\\nMyrtilla thinks\\nPlunged in profoundest reveries,\\nFair visions her rapt fancy sees\\nSo undecided what to do\\nShall she wear pink shall she wear blue\\nAmid her pretty fineries\\nMyrtilla thinks\\n3 2", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A RARA AVIS\\nO\\nNCE there was an Easter Bonnet\\nWith some wings and feathers on it,\\nAnd a tiny shiny buckle in a bit of ribbon shirred.\\nSaid the ladies, Please inform us\\nWhy its bill is so enormous,\\nAnd that foolish little Easter Bonnet thought it\\nwas a bird\\n3 33", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nIt slyly watched its chances,\\nAnd escaping people s glances,\\nIt flew straight out the window and it lighted on\\na tree.\\nWith fear its wings were quaking,\\nAnd its little frame was shaking,\\nBut it sat there smiling bravely though twas\\nfrightened as could be.\\nSaid the birds, You re of our feather,\\nCome and let us flock together,\\nBut the Bonnet answered proudly, I m exclusive\\nand select\\nAnd although 1 could be pleasant\\nTo an ostrich or a pheasant,\\nFor me to herd with common birds you really\\ncan t expect.\\nSaid a hunter, This is pretty,\\nI will take it home to Kitty,\\nThen he aimed his gun and shot it and it fell with-\\nout a word.\\nThen it gave a final flutter,\\nAnd pertly seemed to mutter,\\nWell, after all, 1 d rather be a Bonnet than a\\nbird.\\n34", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "A PASTORAL IN POSTERS\\nT V HE mid-day moon lights up the rocky sky\\nThe great hills flutter in the greenish breeze\\nWhile far above the lowing turtles fly\\nAnd light upon the pinky-purple trees.\\nThe gleaming trill of jagged, feathered rocks\\nI hear with glee as swift I fly away,\\nAnd over waves of subtle woolly flocks\\nCrashes the breaking day\\n35", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "A BALLADE OF REVOLT\\nVyASHINGTON S cherry-tree I prize,\\nAnd Jonah s whale, and how I hate\\nIconoclasts who would revise\\nThe old traditions, small or great.\\nYet there be fools who idly prate\\nOf late research and some buffoon\\nDeclares the old man out of date,\\nNow there s a woman in the moon.\\nAggressive women 1 despise,\\nYet they are everywhere of late\\nInsistent, bold, and overwise,\\nThey meddle with affairs of state.\\nUnending trouble they create,\\nAnd deem their services a boon\\nMuch grave disturbance I await,\\nNow there s a woman in the moon.\\nI know just how she 11 scrutinise\\nEach timid lover and his mate\\nShe 11 slyly peer with curious eyes,\\nWhen Dick and I shall stroll or skate\\n3 6", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A BALLADE OF REVOLT\\nI m positive, at any rate,\\nI would n t even dare to spoon\\nWith Robbie Smithers at the gate,\\nNow there s a woman in the moon.\\nL ENVOI\\nSweetheart, it is a cruel fate,\\nHer advent s most inopportune\\nIt spoils our moonlight tete-a-tete,\\nNow there s a woman in the moon.\\n37", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "T\\nTHE ILL WIND\\nHE Little 111 Wind that blows nobody good\\nCame puffing along as fast as he could.\\nAnd he thought to himself as he wickedly blew,\\nWhat mischief a little ill wind can do\\nHe came on the wild-rose bush with a bound,\\nAnd the prettiest petals fell off on the ground.\\nThe leaves on the trees he kept ashake\\nTill their poor little stems began to ache.\\nOh, he was a bad little, mad little wind,\\nIn every possible way he sinned.\\nIf a passer-by sniffed the new-mown hay,\\nHe blew its fragrance the other way.\\nHe tickled the grasses until they shook,\\nAnd tirelessly ruffled a placid brook.\\nHe broke the string of Tot s balloon,\\nAnd carried it upwards toward the moon.\\n38", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE ILL WIND\\nHe blew back the tress of Clorinda s hair,\\nWhich her lover had just resolved to dare.\\nThen he came to my window, with cheeks puffed out,\\nAnd blew my papers all about.\\nTill I threatened to put him in print some day,\\nWhich frightened him so that he blew away\\nAnd hid himself in the depths of the wood,\\nThat little 111 Wind that blows nobody good.\\n39", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE WHIST PLAYER S\\nSOLILOQUY\\nTO trump, or not to trump, that is the ques-\\ntion;\\nWhether t is better in this case to notice\\nThe leads and signals of outraged opponents,\\nOr to force trumps against a suit of diamonds,\\nAnd by opposing, end them\\nTo trump, to take,\\nNo more and by that trick to win the lead\\nAnd after that return my partner s spades\\nFor which he signalled, t is a consummation\\nDevoutly to be wished. To trump, to take,\\nTo take perchance to win Ay, there s the rub\\nFor if we win this game, what hands may come\\nWhen we have shuffled up these cards again\\nPlay to the score Ah yes, there s the defect\\nThat makes this Duplicate Whist so much like work.\\nFor who would heed the theories of Hoyle,\\nThe laws of Pole, the books of Cavendish,\\nThe Short-suit system, leads American,\\nThe Eleven Rule Finesse, the Fourth-best play,\\n40", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE W HIST PLAYER S SOLILOQUY\\nThe Influence of Signals on the Ruff,\\nWhen he himself this doubtful trick might take\\nWith a small two-spot Who would hesitate\\nBut that the dread of something afterward,\\nAn undiscovered discard, or forced lead\\nWhen playing the return, puzzles the will,\\nAnd makes us rather lose the tricks we have\\nTo win the others that we know not of.\\nThus Duplicate Whist makes cowards of us all\\nAnd thus the native hue of Bumblepuppy\\nIs sicklied o er with the pale cast of thought,\\nAnd good whist players of great skill and judgment,\\nWith this regard their formulas defy,\\nAnd lose the game by ruffing.\\n41", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "MY FRIENDS\\nWITHIN one room, around one desk\\nConsorted scribblers three\\nEach one was more or less renowned,\\nKipling and Howells and me.\\nKipling sat there with pen in hand,\\nBut not a word wrote he\\nAnd Howells, too, seemed lost in thought,\\nWhich was the case with me.\\nAnd Kipling smiled a blooming smile\\nIn sympathetic glee,\\nAs from his heights of cleverness\\nHe kindly looked on me.\\nHowells leaned back and closed his eyes\\nQuite introspectively\\nWhich somehow seemed to make me think\\nThat he approved of me.\\nThey 11 never write, they 11 never speak,\\nThey re photographs, you see\\nBut still, we are a jolly crowd,\\nKipling and Howells and me.\\n42", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "TO CERTAIN CONSERVATIVES\\nWHY this tempest in a teapot Why this much\\nado for naught\\nWhy this worry lest some literary wares be cheaply\\nbought\\nOur Few Books lie at our elbow, then what matters\\nit to us\\nIf the Average Reader s stock of books is multi-\\ntudinous\\nIf the publishers are issuing editions large and cheap,\\nTis because the Average Reader will not pay the\\nprices steep.\\nWe should smile on them benignly and feel very\\nglad indeed\\nFor when books were rare and costly, these same\\npeople did n t read.\\nAnd I think that the Enlightened surely ought to\\nunderstand\\nThat the Cheapening Process came to meet a Popular\\nDemand.\\n43", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nJust as in all other branches imitators imitate\\nSince we eat with sterling silver, must there be no\\ntriple plate\\nWe may have a clever chef, yet some there be who\\nuse canned soups,\\nThough we own a rare Bacchante there s demand\\nfor Rogers Groups.\\nAnd there is no use in talking to our Unenlightened\\nFriend,\\nIf he has the Cheap Book habit, nothing can his fate\\nforfend.\\nT is the manner not the matter that is cheapened,\\nfor there be\\nFausts for thirty-seven cents and Rubaiyats fcr\\ntwenty-three.\\nAnd the Average Reader buys them at a large De-\\npartment Store,\\nNext day delivered carriage free at his suburban door.\\nBut what is this to us What boots it with inces-\\nsant care\\nTo try to change the leopard s spots It is n t our\\naffair.\\n44", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "TO CERTAIN CONSERVATIVES\\nAnd if our neighbour s cheapened books are cheapen-\\ning his cheap brain,\\nIt only proves all efforts to reform him would be\\nvain.\\nWe Enlightened will continue as of yore to buy our\\nbooks,\\nNot The Handy Gimcrack Series, nor editions de\\nluxe;\\nBut with calm discrimination we will buy the books\\nwe need,\\nAnd our brains will not be cheapened as absorbedly\\nwe read.\\n45", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "THE ANNUAL SENTENCE\\nSOCIETY in wig and gown\\nSat in the judge s place,\\nThe sternest kind of legal frown\\nUpon her charming face.\\nShe sadly shook her pretty head\\nOn account of their wicked ways,\\nThe World, the Flesh, and the Devil, she said,\\nAre sentenced for forty days\\n4 6", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "A BALLADE OF INDIGNATION\\nNOW if there is one thing I hate\\nIt is lame vers de societe,\\nAnd I cannot help feeling irate\\nWith the versemongers writing to-day.\\nThey rhyme a thing any old way,\\nThey regard neither science nor schools\\nBut when the French Forms they essay,\\nAt least they might follow the rules.\\nThey consider themselves up-to-date\\nIf they ve written a Sonnet to May,\\nAnd fancy they feel on their pate\\nA chaplet of laurel or bay.\\nAt a triolet or virelai\\nThey rush, like proverbial fools,\\nBut in their wild, wordy display\\nAt least they might follow the rules.\\nIn their ignorance boldly elate,\\nTo rhymes no attention they pay\\nThey ride at a rollicking gait\\nOn a Pegasus madly astray.\\n47", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nNo hindrance their progress will stay,\\nNo remonstrance their mad ardour cools,\\nBut in their syllabic array\\nAt least they might follow the rules.\\nL ENVOI\\nCalliope, pardon, I pray,\\nThese workmen without any tools,\\nAnd to them this message convey\\nAt least they might follow the rules.\\n4 8", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "MY FAMILIAR\\nTHERE S a little Lincoln Devil that hangs above\\nmy desk,\\nAn ugly, yellow plaster imp, exceedingly grotesque\\nBut a human, real intelligence in his weird face I see,\\nAnd a subtle sympathy exists between my imp and\\nme.\\nHe s a grinning, graceless rascal, like Kipling s Gunga\\nDin,\\nAnd he has a sense of humour that is marvellously\\nkeen\\nHe hears gravely all my joking, and then when I\\nhave done,\\nHe seems to shake his shaggy sides, convulsed with\\nsilent fun.\\nI confide to him my secret woes, reveal to him my\\ngrief,\\nFor somehow, from his elfish eyes he s sure to blink\\nrelief\\nAll my highest aspirations and my fondest hopes I\\nbring,\\nFor he hears me with a thoughtful gaze that s most\\nencouraging.\\n4 49", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nI acknowledge my shortcomings, and he scowls in\\nglum reproof,\\nAs with his lean and horny claws he grips his cloven\\nhoof.\\nAnd then the day my heart broke, when I told it\\nall to him\\nA sort of yearning tenderness stole o er his features\\ngrim;\\nBut the dogged, brave endurance of his fixed and\\nstony stare,\\nHis hard-drawn mouth and firm-set teeth, said only,\\nGrin and bear\\nSo I love my little Devil, for he 11 help me win the\\nstrife,\\nWith his comprehensive grasp of the philosophy of\\nlife.\\n50", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS\\nBURDENS\\nTHE burden of gay greeting. Vain delight,\\nFor who among us means a word we say\\nIn hackneyed speech we clothe our message trite,\\nAnd idly voice the wishes of the day.\\nWe smile and bow in our accustomed way,\\nWhile our indifference we try to hide,\\nStifling our boredom, striving to be gay\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\nThe burden of much giving. Every year\\nWe realise anew the fearful fraud\\nThis custom is. And then, albeit we sneer,\\nWe buy afresh the bauble and the gaud,\\nHoping thereby to win a hollow laud,\\nOr gain a compliment to feed our pride\\nContented if the giddy world applaud\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\n5*", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nThe burden of scant shekels. Woe impends\\nThe wight whose way is with this danger fraught\\nLured by the Spirit of the Times he spends\\nMore than he meant to and more than he ought.\\nAnd when he views the gew-gaws he has bought,\\nAnd sees his empty pockets yawning wide,\\nHe sadly bows his head in anxious thought\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\nThe burden of swift shopping. Crowded streets\\nAnd rushing messengers our way impede.\\nOur innocence the wily fakir cheats,\\nAnd fleeces us, weak victims to his greed\\nOr haply haughty clerks pay us no heed\\nAt our approach they partly turn aside\\nUntil our ire our patience doth exceed\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\nThe burden of great eating. Other days\\nIt matters not so much how we may dine\\nBut at this festival tradition says\\nWe must bestir, and kill the fatted kine.\\nThe board must groan neath rarest food and wine,\\nBoar s head and wassail bowl we must provide,\\nThat our digestion we may undermine\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\n52", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS BURDENS\\nENVOY\\nComrades, and ye who Christmas pleasures seek,\\nThese timely thoughts to you I would confide\\nHearken unto the wisdom that I speak\\nThis is the end of every Christmas-tide.\\n53", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE POSTER GIRL\\nTHE blessed Poster Girl leaned out\\nFrom a pinky-purple heaven\\nOne eye was red and one was green\\nHer bangs were cut uneven\\nShe had three fingers on her hand,\\nAnd the hairs on her head were seven.\\nHer robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,\\nNo sunflowers did adorn\\nBut a heavy Turkish portiere\\nWas very neatly worn\\nAnd the hat that lay along her back\\nWas yellow, like canned corn.\\nIt was a kind of wobbly wave\\nThat she was standing on,\\nAnd high aloft she flung a scarf\\nThat must have weighed a ton.\\nAnd she was rather tall, at least\\nShe reached up to the sun.\\n54", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE POSTER GIRL\\nShe curved and writhed, and then she said,\\nLess green of speech than blue\\nPerhaps I am absurd perhaps\\nI don t appeal to you\\nBut my artistic worth depends\\nUpon the point of view.\\nI saw her smile, although her eyes\\nWere only smudgy smears\\nAnd then she swished her swirling arms,\\nAnd wagged her gorgeous ears.\\nShe sobbed a blue -and -green checked sob,\\nAnd wept some purple tears.\\n55", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "SONNET ON THE SONNET ON\\nTHE SONNET\\nWHAT is the sonnet on the sonnet Well,\\nIt is a bit of verbal filigree,\\nA mass of metaphor and simile,\\nA little wooden poem made to sell.\\nWhat does the sonnet on the sonnet tell\\nIt murmurs of the murmurs of the sea,\\nOr buzzes of the buzzing of the bee,\\nOr tinkles of the tinkling of a bell.\\nWhy is the sonnet on the sonnet writ\\nForsooth, he deems that he a boon confers\\nWho paints the lily or pure gold refines\\nAnd so the writer glories in his wit,\\nAnd calls himself a poet yet he errs\\nHe gives us only fourteen prosy lines.\\n56", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "SPRING S REVENGE\\nFATHER TIME in his office was sitting,\\nWhen he happened to spy\\nA calendar nigh.\\nGoodness me he exclaimed, how I m flitting\\nMy days are just scurrying by\\nThe world has used up the whole winter,\\nAnd demands the next stage\\nAt the turn of the page\\nI declare, one must be a real sprinter\\nTo keep up with the pace of this age.\\n57", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nHere, Spring, get your garlands and flowers\\nWith laughter and mirth\\nYou must skip down to earth,\\nTake plenty of sunshine and showers,\\nAnd hurry for all you are worth.\\nThen said Spring, with a pout of unreason,\\nOh, please, Father dear,\\nLet me off just this year\\nI hate the Earth more every season,\\nIt s a silly, absurd little sphere", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "SPRING S REVENGE\\nWhy, my child, said old Father Time, frowning,\\nThey are waiting, you know,\\nAnd of course you must go,\\nThe poets their Queen would be crowning.\\nWhat on Earth has offended you so\\nSpring odes, lays, and ballads they fashion\\nI ve known one man to pen\\nAs many as ten\\nAnd I vow here she flew in a passion\\nI never will go there again\\nWell, of course you can t help their admiring,\\nSaid Time, looking wise,\\nSo 1 would advise\\nThat you travel incog., by attiring\\nYourself in some sort of disguise.\\nOh, Time, what a clever suggestion\\nT is the very best thing,\\nExclaimed giddy young Spring.\\nNow what shall I wear that s the question,\\nWhen my merry way earthward I wing.\\n59", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nHere s a snow robe of Winter s, that s jolly\\nI 11 take it to wear,\\nAnd I 11 stick in my hair\\nSome mistletoe sprays and some holly\\nThey 11 never know me, I declare", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "SPRING S REVENGE\\nCome, come, said old Time, you must hurry,\\nT is Feb. 28,\\nMarch 1 is your date,\\nAnd I m in a sad state of worry,\\nFor I am morally sure you 11 be late.\\nAll right, answered Spring, I am going.\\nHer mantle she drew\\nAround her and flew\\nDown to Earth, where t was blowing and snowing\\nShe crept in and nobody knew.\\ntfk^\\nT\\n-a\\n6i\\n4^J", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "A BALLADE OF PETITION\\nThe Blue Skalallatoot stories are all morning stories.\\nRudyard Kipling\\nPRINCE of the Pen, your work comprises\\nLove and Glory and Fame and Gore,\\nYour versatile genius authorises\\nThe babble of babes and the jungle roar,\\nTales you tell of the crew and corps,\\nThe old official and young recruit\\nWe ve read all these, and we beg for more\\nWe want the Blue Skalallatoot.\\nThe weird name baffles all surmises,\\nIts strange uncertainty we d explore\\nFor ever the heart of man despises\\nThe mysteries he has solved before\\nWe only delve for the hidden ore,\\nWe crave unknown, not forbidden fruit\\nGive us the treasure you have in store,\\nWe want the Blue Skalallatoot.\\n62", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A BALLADE OF PETITION\\nTell us, we pray, what his shape and size is,\\nDid he reside on the sea or shore\\nRecount his exciting enterprises,\\nTell what he lived on and what he wore\\nOver his story we fain would pore,\\nSharpen your quill or tune your lute\\nIn verse or story or old folk-lore\\nWe want the Blue Skalallatoot.\\nL ENVOI\\nKipling, we ve read your tales of yore,\\nHow Bagheera growled and Mulvaney swore.\\nNow whether he s Man or Thing or Brute,\\nWe want the Blue Skalallatoot.\\n63", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "CUPID S FAILURE\\nCUPID one day, in idle quest,\\nFitted a dainty dart\\nAnd aimed it at Priscilla s breast,\\nTo strike Priscilla s heart.\\nClean through it went, no heart was there\\nSaid Cupid, I believe\\nPriscilla s just the girl to wear\\nHer heart upon her sleeve.\\nBut there, alack it was not found\\nAha cried Cupid, note\\nHer frightened air now I ll be bound\\nHer heart is in her throat.\\nFailure again. On slender chance\\nHe one more arrow shoots\\nAssuming from her downcast glance\\nHer heart is in her boots.\\nFoiled, Cupid threw aside his bow\\nShe has no heart, said he.\\n(He did not know that long ago\\nShe gave her heart to me.)\\n6 4", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE CELEBRANTS\\nWITH a shout of joy the rocket stars\\nShot up through the evening air,\\nTriumphantly they reached the sky,\\nAnd the stars of God were there.\\nMake way the rocket stars cried out,\\nMake way, and give us place\\nWe have a mission to perform,\\nWe ve travelled leagues of space.\\nWe re sent up here to celebrate\\nA glorious country s birth\\nMake way But a moment we can stay,\\nEre we die and fall to earth.\\nThen spake the old and kindly stars\\nYe be bright, oh, rocket-spawn,\\nBut we are here since the morning stars\\nSang at Creation s dawn.\\nBy the Master Hand we were hurled on high\\nTo celebrate the Day.\\nWe, too, but shine for the moment, Time,\\nAnd then we fade for aye.\\nBut have your way, oh, tiny sparks,\\nAnd while ye may, shine on.\\nEre the kindly voices ceased to speak,\\nThe rocket stars were gone.\\n5 65", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "THEY THAT GO DOWN TO\\nTHE SEA IN SHIPS\\nCOME with the rest of us\\nDown to the sea\\nThere is where we\\nShow out the best of us.\\nHoliday keep,\\nChums with the waves\\nWhen saucy winds sing,\\nAll of our cares\\nBack to them fling\\nDoldrums, despairs\\nBurying deep\\nIn the upspringing caves.\\nCome then with me,\\nDown to the sea,\\nDown to the sea.\\nNeath the sun blinking,\\nAll the forenoon\\nOn deck I lie,\\nAnd look without shrinking\\nMy soul in the eye,\\nHearing the croon\\n66", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THEY THAT GO DOWN TO THE SEA\\nOf wandering waves\\nThat have lost their way\\nThen a dashing of spray,\\nLike all April let loose,\\nNow daring the braves,\\nNow calling a truce.\\nThen under our view\\nGrey melts to blue,\\nBlue hardens to grey.\\nOh, what a day\\nIs there such thing as\\nSorrow or age\\nIs there such sting as\\nRancour or rage\\nHow much he misses\\nWho knows not the sea\\nIts lingering kisses\\nAre salt on our lips\\nHow the boat skips,\\nDipping and scooping\\nHere is a sight,\\nHere is delight\\nOut of all whooping\\nVogue-la-galere,\\nDevil-may-care,\\n67", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nWe know the Master- Word,\\nWe have its summons heard.\\nCome then with me\\nDown to the sea,\\nDown to the sea.\\n68", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A MAIDEN S NO\\nMaidens turn their heads away\\nMeaning yes, and saying nay. Old Song.\\nSHE thought to mask her heart from me\\nWith jest and laughter gay\\nI knew she loved me by her glance\\n(She looked the other way)\\nI sent her roses, begging she\\nWould wear them. The coquette\\nTold me she loved me by her choice\\n(She wore some mignonette).\\nAnd when a rival claimed my waltz,\\nBy her capricious whim\\nShe plainly showed she cared for me\\n(She gave the dance to him)\\nShe loved me well and one fair night\\nI asked her if t were so\\nI knew it by her whispered word\\n(She softly murmured No\\n6 9", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "THE ORIGINAL SUMMER GIRL\\nA\\nFTER much biologic research,\\nFrom evidence strong, I believe\\nThat I have found out\\nBeyond shadow of doubt\\nThat the first Summer Girl was Eve.\\nShe had unconventional ways,\\nShe lived out-of-doors, and all that\\nShe was tanned by the sun\\nUntil brown as a bun,\\nFor she roamed round without any hat.\\nTo a small garden-party she went,\\nWhere the men were exceedingly few\\nBut she captured a mate\\nAnd settled her fate,\\nAs often these Summer Girls do.\\nNow, my statement of course I have proved,\\nBut as evidence that is n t all\\nA Summer Girl she\\nIs conceded to be\\nBecause she staid there till the Fall.\\n70", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "w\\\\\\nA I\\nA\\n(P^/le*/^", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE DEBUTANTE\\nTHERE S a new heart awaiting a tenant\\nTo whom shall its portals unclose\\nDan Cupid is flying his pennant\\nAt The Sign of the Lily and Rose.\\nThis heart is not offered for selling,\\nThe owner all freely bestows\\nA hostelry fit for Love s dwelling,\\nAt The Sign of the Lily and Rose.\\nThere s a happy smile caught in her dimple,\\nThat only a debutante shows\\nAnd chatter is guileless and simple\\nAt The Sign of the Lily and Rose.\\nShe s pleased with the veriest trifles,\\nNo artful bewitchment she knows\\nBut Cupid a sigh or two stifles\\nAt The Sign of the Lily and Rose.\\n7i", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "IDLl IDYl\\nI ...-I- .1 II.. I I I I. II. I\\ni.. n. mi .1 n.. ii n trln I I\\nw -ii.. ii i i 1. 1 1. 1\\n\\\\i i hi i ii- I il] wd I", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "BALLADE OF WISDOM AND\\nFOLLY\\nI V 1 Ml ,11.,,\\nISTIU themes w iu rigid\\ni m i 1 1 i i hilo i\\nSermons and cienci in 1 1 declare\\nw i I im thi Dodli\u00c2\u00ab i i i\\nBut when J read ith a live] 1. 1\\nRoiii. i in i ill i I..., i ii,\\ni laugh t.. in ii md I clearl see\\nFolly thl i tin i nun. ...i nth.\\nTo copy the masters 1 oft rei iii\\nOf Rnpi 1 1 ml ii i oteej\\n1 study line an I h i ..i.\\nWisdom s the i oodlii I tin I m\\nThen 1 see a sketch i,, i u. liter key,\\nAh, line and school were never worth\\ni his little Frerw h nil of frivolity,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFolly s the fairesi ii lh.\\n73", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nI know a girl who is calm and fair,\\nOf ancient and noble pedigree\\nShe s wise and learned beyond compare,\\nWisdom s the goodliest gain for me.\\nBut another holds my heart in fee,\\nWithout her, life were a dreary dearth\\nFickle and foolishly fond is she,\\nFolly s the fairest thing on earth.\\nL ENVOI\\nPrince, I am sure you must agree\\nWisdom s the goodliest gain for me.\\nBut ever I 11 give it the widest berth,\\nFolly s the fairest thing on earth.\\n74", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A POSSIBILITY\\nI ONLY kissed her hand\\nIs that why Lisette dislikes me\\nI cannot understand\\nI only kissed her hand,\\nI deserved a reprimand\\nBut another notion strikes me,\\nI only kissed her hand\\nIs that why Lisette dislikes me\\n75", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "A MEMORY\\nHOW dear to this heart are the old-fashioned\\ndresses,\\nWhen fond recollection presents them to view\\nIn fancy I see the old wardrobes and presses\\nWhich held the loved gowns that in girlhood 1\\nknew.\\nThe wide -spreading mohair, the silk that hung\\nby it;\\nThe straw-coloured satin with trimmings of\\nbrown\\nThe ruffled foulard, the pink organdy nigh it\\nBut, oh for the pocket that hung in each\\ngown\\nThe old-fashioned pocket, the obsolete pocket,\\nThe praiseworthy pocket that hung in each gown.\\nThat dear roomy pocket I d hail as a treasure,\\nCould I but behold it in gowns of to-day\\nI d find it the source of an exquisite pleasure,\\nBut all my modistes sternly answer me Nay\\n76", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A MEMORY\\nT would be so convenient when going out shopping,\\nT would hold my small purchases coming from\\ntown\\nAnd always my purse or my kerchief I m dropping\\nOh, me for the pocket that hung in my gown\\nThe old-fashioned pocket, the obsolete pocket,\\nThe praiseworthy pocket that hung in my gown.\\nA gown with a pocket How fondly I d guard it\\nEach day ere I d don it, I d brush it with care\\nNot a full Paris costume could make me discard it,\\nThough trimmed with the laces an Empress might\\nwear.\\nBut I have no hope, for the fashion is banished\\nThe tear of regret will my fond visions drown\\nAs fancy reverts to the days that have vanished,\\nI sigh for the pocket that hung in my gown.\\nThe old-fashioned pocket, the obsolete pocket,\\nThe praiseworthy pocket that hung in my gown.\\n77", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "THE VAMPIRE OF THE HOUR\\n(WITH APOLOGIES TO MR. KIPLING AND MR. BURNE-\\nJONES)\\nA FOOL there was, and he paid his fare\\n(Even as you and 1!)\\nTo see Le Gallienne s hank of hair\\n(We said he was only a fake affair),\\nBut the fool he called him a genius rare,\\n(Even as you and I!)\\nOh, the fads we make, and the freaks we take,\\nAnd the glories we all believe\\nBelong to the jaundiced degenerate,\\nOr the mystical mattoid at any rate,\\nWith his handkerchief up his sleeve.\\nA critic there was, and he had his whack\\n(Even as you and I\\nHe wrote of a wondrous symposiac,\\n(And it wasn t the least like Le Gallienne s clack),\\nBut a critic must follow the beaten track,\\n(Even as you and 1\\n78", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE VAMPIRE OF THE HOUR\\nOh, the lies we write and the lies we cite\\nAnd the excellent things we say\\nAbout whatever may happen to be\\nThe idol to which we bend the knee,\\nThe fetish of the day.\\nThe fool to meet the freak was bid,\\n(Even as you and I!)\\nHoping he d show where his wit lay hid,\\n(But it isn t on record Le Gallienne did),\\nAnd the fool was bored, and so he slid\\n(Even as you and I\\nAnd it is n t the vice and it is n t the price\\nThat causes our gloom profound\\nIt s coming to know that we all are fools,\\nAnd we re just as foolish as other fools\\nWho follow the treadmill round.\\n79", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "A\\nAN AQUARELLE\\nMERMAID, people sometimes think,\\nHas nothing else to do\\nBut to sit on the rocks\\nAnd comb her locks\\nThe livelong summer through.\\nBut I will tell you of Mermaid Smith,\\nAnd I 11 tell you of Mermaid Brown,\\nWho would oft dispense\\nO er the garden fence\\nThe gossip of the town.\\nOn summer mornings, Mermaid Smith\\nWith her apron o er her head,\\nAnd Mermaid Brown\\nIn a calico gown\\nAnd a sun-bonnet striped with red,\\nAt their garden gate for an hour or more\\nWould loiter with idle fins,\\nThe little twirls\\nOf their golden curls\\nDone up in crimping- pins.\\n80", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "AN AQUARELLE\\nAnd Mermaid Brown would tell Mermaid Smith\\nHow her jellyfish would n t jell\\nIt had simmered and boiled,\\nTill she feared it was spoiled.\\nSaid Mermaid Smith, Do tell\\nAnd Mermaid Smith had trouble too.\\nShe had set her sponge to rise,\\nAnd it had n t riz.\\nWhat a shame that is\\nSaid Mermaid Brown with sighs.\\nThen perhaps they d discuss Miss Lorelei Green\\nWho disappeared one day\\nWith a gay sea-urchin,\\nWhile her parents were searchin\\nShe wickedly ran away.\\nAnd the two good fishwives deeply sighed,\\nAnd expressed a heartfelt wish\\nThat both of their daughters\\nIn calm, placid waters\\nShould attend a polite school of fish.\\nThen one would say, This won t do for me\\nIt s time my work began.\\nAnd I must away,\\nThe other would say,\\nI ve some ocean currents to can.\\n6 81", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nAnd so the Mermaids, as you see,\\nAre very much like us\\nA little work,\\nA little shirk,\\nA little fluster and fuss.\\n82", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "IN ABSENCE\\n(A RONDEAU)\\nON Christmas Day as far and near\\nThe bells ring out their message clear,\\nYour thoughts will turn to me, I know,\\nAnd mine to you as swift will go,\\nTo tell you that I love you, dear.\\nAnd those whom you may see and hear\\nWill not give greeting more sincere\\nThan this I send across the snow\\nOn Christmas Day.\\nAmid the mirth and merry cheer\\nOf this glad time that crowns the year,\\nHaply beneath the mistletoe,\\nI 11 shyly whisper, sweet and low,\\nA soft 70 Vaime just for your ear,\\nOn Christmas Day.\\n83", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "FROM VIVETTE S MILKMAID\\nAMAYDE ther was, semely and meke enow,\\nShe sate a-milken of a Purpil Cowe\\nRosy hire Cheke as is the Month of Maye,\\nAnd sikerly her merry Songe was gay\\nAs of the Larke uprist, washen in Dewe.\\nLike Shene of Sterres sperkled hire Eyen two.\\nNow came ther by that Way a hendy Knight,\\nThe Mayde espien in morwening Light.\\nA faire Person he was, of Corage trewe,\\nWith lusty Berd and Chekes of rody Hewe\\nDere Ladye (quod he), far and wide I ve straied,\\nUncouthe A venture in strange Contree made,\\nFro Berwike unto Ware. Parde I vowe\\nErewhiles I never sawe a Purpil Cowe\\nFayn wold I knowe how Catel thus can be\\nTel me, I praie you, of yore Courtesie\\nThe Mayde hire Milken stent. Goode Sir, she saide,\\nThe Master s mandement on us ylaid\\nDecrees that in these yclept Gilden Houres\\nHys Kyne shall ete of nought but Vylet Floures.\\n84", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "A WOMAN S WAIL\\nW/ HY I wear a veil\\nT is of no use,\\nT is always fetching loose,\\nA plaything of the winds, that takes delight\\nIn ever being wrong and never right.\\nThough of my costume t is a chief detail,\\nIt makes me fret and fume and fuss and rail.\\nThis veil\\nI cannot get it off when it is on,\\nAnd once I doff it, then I cannot don.\\nWhy do I wear it T is a nuisance great,\\nBeyond all words to state.\\nAnd an expense\\nImmense\\nThis wretched, flimsy veil\\nIt is so frail,\\nTo-day I buy a new one, and, behold,\\nTo-morrow it is old\\nForth to the shops then angrily I hie\\nAnother veil to buy.\\n85", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nOn every side I see rare bargain sales,\\nBut not of veils.\\nAnd so I pay an awful price,\\nFor 1 must have it nice\\nWith knots,\\nOr spots,\\nOr tiny polka dots\\nOr simple plain illusion. But of such\\n1 buy six times as much.\\nAnd so,\\nYou know,\\nThe cost is just as great.\\nOh, how 1 hate\\nA veil\\nDo you suppose\\nI like to feel it rubbing gainst my nose?\\nForever catching on my eyelash tips,\\nPersistently adhering to my lips,\\nThe while the ill-dyed blackness of its lace\\nMakes grimy smudges on my face.\\nOr if the veil be white,\\nItself it smudges till it is a sight\\nWhy do I wear it\\nWhy?\\nIt is a crime thus daily to enwrap\\nOne s self in such a microbe-trap J\\n86", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "A WOMAN S WAIL\\nDeath and disease lurk hidden in its curves.\\nA pest A bane A blot upon our sex,\\nJust made to vex\\nA burdened woman s overburdened nerves.\\nOh, Fashion, hear my wail\\nOr is my plea to go without a veil\\nWithout avail\\n87", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "THE DISCRIMINANT\\nGIVE me no colonial novel, give me no best-selling\\nscreed,\\nFor I m told Emotional Studies are the only things\\nto read,\\nQuestions of the Inner Ego by some stylish woman\\nwrit;\\nAnalytic introspection of capacities is It.\\nMorbider than Henry James s, capabler than Mere-\\ndith s,\\nSee the Elementary Heroines struggling like Hellenic\\nmyths!\\nOh, the joy of knowing surely how an elemental mind\\nIs affected by emotion of an elemental kind\\nOh, the deep delight of learning just what s\\npsychically true,\\nBy impressive demonstration from a subtle point of\\nview!\\nWhat extraordinary insights and reactions most com-\\nplex\\nFollow elemental kisses from the elemental sex.\\n88", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE DISCRIMINANT\\nAnd ecstasy unspeakable through simple souls is sent\\nWhen the psychical and physical are nebulously blent.\\nAnd how deeply we Discriminating Readers have\\nenjoyed\\nThe poetry of th Impalpable effectively employed.\\nSo give me no more novels of historical import,\\nNo frivolous romances of a wishy-washy sort\\nNo stories of adventure or tales of hidden crime,\\nFor on these themes Discriminating Persons waste\\nno time.\\nAnd though my baser nature all longingly may look\\nToward Howells s new novel or Kipling s latest book\\nThough in a thoughtless moment it seems to me I d\\nlike\\nTo read of Tommy s Grizel or of Stringtown on the\\nPike;\\nSuch desires I sternly banish, for I m bound, at\\nany rate\\nIn my fictional selection I will discriminate\\nAnd nothing written shall my literary palate please\\nBut a Psychic Impressivity in subtle harmonies.\\n89", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "NOTHING TO READ\\nTHE BALLAD OF A BOSTON MAID\\nMISS PARTHENIA BROWNING, of Boston,\\nthey say,\\nHas accounts at three separate bookshops\\nAnd yet she remarked to a caller one day,\\nIn a very despairing, resigned sort of way,\\nThat one might as well go to the cookshops,\\nFor nothing worth reading appeared any more\\nShe d looked over the volumes at every bookstore,\\nAnd they all were so trashy. For her part, indeed,\\nShe was free to confess she had nothing to read.\\nNothing to read said her friend, in surprise,\\nToward Parthenia s bookcases casting her eyes\\nWhy, how can you say so, when all of those books\\nHave never been opened, to judge from their looks\\nAnd they re very attractive a well-chosen lot\\nI should think you d enjoy that fine set of Scott.\\nMiss Parthenia blushed, as if caught in a crime,\\n90", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "NOTHING TO READ\\nBut she answered I m saving Scott till I ve more\\ntime.\\nThe friend ventured again, Read Dickens, my\\ndear\\nOh, his tales are so sad, and his people so queer\\nTry Pope He s too heavy. Then Hope\\nHe s too light.\\nRead Howells s novels His plots are so slight.\\nThen Henry James stories His words are\\nso long\\nThomas Hardy Oh, goodness, he s really too\\nstrong\\nThen Weyman Too gory Miss Wilkins\\nToo tame\\nSarah Grand I hate women who boast of\\ntheir aim.\\nWell, Marie Corelli Oh, don t mention her\\nHall Caine No, indeed something gay I\\nprefer.\\nRudyard Kipling 1 would, but our family\\nphysician\\nOnly yesterday borrowed my whole new edition.\\nJerome He s too silly. Zangwill He s\\ntoo smart.\\nThen Richard Le Gallienne He has no\\nart.\\n9 1", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nMrs. Hodgson Burnett I detest her profanity.\\nMiss Rosa N. Cary Can t stand her inanity.\\nTry Cooper I ve read The Spy and The\\nRover\\nThen Trilby I ve read that a dozen times\\nover.\\nRead something of Marion Crawford s. They say\\nHis latest new book is the talk of the day.\\nI dare say it is, but that man writes so fast\\nI could n t keep up with him. I think the last\\nOf his books that I read was The Ralstons, and so\\nI m sorry but I 11 never catch him, I know.\\nRead Ian Maclaren. He s only a botch.\\nOr Barrie! He s good, but I don t care for\\nScotch.\\nMrs. Oliphant, then, or Mrs. H. Ward\\nBy both of these women 1 m awfully bored.\\nThe Duchess! How dare you! Then\\nStockton or Doyle,\\nOr Tolstoy s tales of the sons of the soil.\\nRead Emerson s Essays, Macaulay, or Lamb,\\nOr read The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.\\nRead tales of adventure by Irving or Poe,\\nOr mild-mannered novels by Edward P. Roe\\nDu Chaillu, du Maurier, De Quincey, Defoe,\\nOr Byron, or Homer, or Jean Ingelow\\n92", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "NOTHING TO READ\\nOr Shakespeare, or Swinburne, Villon, or Verlaine,\\nOr Sienkiewicz, Merriman, Crockett, or Crane\\nOr read Victor Hugo s wild murders and crimes,\\nOr Oliver Herford s ridiculous rhymes.\\nLewis Carroll, or Riley, or Gilbert, or Lear\\nSurely some of these authors must please you, my\\ndear!\\nBut to each of the names in this motley collection\\nMiss Parthenia Browning opposed an objection.\\nAnd later when bidding her caller good-bye,\\nShe said, with a sad little smile and a sigh,\\nI m so much alone, you d be awfully kind\\nIf you d help to divert my too studious mind.\\nAnd do lend me some books, for you must have\\nagreed\\nThat really and truly I ve nothing to read.\\n93", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "A PICTURE\\nTHE hollyhock lifts its flowery torch,\\nThe meadow is starred with daisies fair\\nThe roses clamber about the porch,\\nAnd bees swing by with an idle air.\\nOn the hillside linger the sheep sedate,\\nDown in the fields are the lowing kine\\nA maiden stands by the farmhouse gate\\nEmbowered by the sprays of a framing vine.\\nA bird-note trills through the sunny sky\\nA rustic swain comes up the road\\nWith a merry smile in his twinkling eye,\\nAs he guides his ox -team s heavy load.\\nBut what does she care for his flattering look,\\nOr the buzzing bees, or the cows sweet breath,\\nOr the clustering vine, or the babbling brook\\nShe s a city girl who is bored to death.\\n94", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "A PROBLEM\\nTHERE S a whimsey in my noddle, there s a\\nmaggot in my brain,\\nThere s a doubt upon my spirit that I cannot quite\\nexplain.\\nT is a grave, important question over which I vacil-\\nlate,\\nDoes Enlightenment enlighten, and does Culture cul-\\ntivate\\nWe are of the Cognoscenti, and intuitively know\\nJust the shades of thoughtful fancy that an author\\nought to show.\\nBut from our exalted level should we drop a poisoned\\nhint\\nTo the placid ones who wallow in the sordid slums\\nof print\\nShould the Unenlightened Readers be sardonically\\nhissed\\nIf they like a Duchess novel better than The Egoist\\n95", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nShould we rare ones who inhabit the exalted realms\\nof thought,\\nDictate to the Unenlightened what they ought n t or\\nthey ought\\nTo the masses should our classes offer Ibsen when we\\nfind\\nMr. Caine and Miss Corelli better please the massy\\nmind\\nShould we shudder to discover that they cannot get\\nthe pith\\nOf the tenebrastic subtleties of Mr. Meredith\\nShould we rudely contradict them when they con-\\nfidently say,\\nOmar wrote The Iliad and Holmes first name was\\nMary J.\\nOr shall we abandon flatly this whole altruistic fight,\\nWith the philosophic dictum that Whatever is, is\\nright\\nThen, instead of wasting time in teaching others how\\nto think,\\nWe can spend those precious moments with Hafiz or\\nMaeterlinck.\\n96", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A PROBLEM\\nLet us stop our futile task of pointing to the open\\ndoor,\\nLet the Enlightened cease enlightening and the Cult-\\nured cult no more.\\n97", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "THE DEGENERATE NOVELIST\\nBENEATH a sheltering pseudonym\\nHe writes those grisly tales and grim,\\nThat sicken and depress\\nA primrose by a river s brim\\nA yellow aster is to him,\\nAnd it is nothing less.\\n98", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "HER SPINNING-WHEEL\\nHER spinning-wheel she deftly guides,\\nAs by the homely hearth she bides\\nWithin a quaint, old straight-backed chair,\\nA damsel with a modest air,\\nOver the treadle swift, presides.\\nBut through the years Time onward glides,\\nCareless if good or ill betides\\nNor will his ruthless changes spare\\nHer spinning-wheel.\\nAnother cycle he provides,\\nThough censor carps and critic chides,\\nThe modern maid, fearless and fair,\\nDaintily gay and debonair\\nTrimly equipped, triumphant rides\\nHer spinning wheel.\\n99\\nLrfC", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "UNKIND FATE\\nTHO a pretty little cottage,\\nAt Seashore-by-the-Sea,\\nI went to spend a season\\nWith my friend, Carruthers Lee.\\nWe met two charming maidens,\\nAs sweet as they could be\\nBut fate was unpropitious,\\nAs I m sure you will agree.\\nFor I loved Polly,\\nAnd Polly loved Lee,\\nAnd Lee loved Kitty,\\nAnd Kitty loved me.\\nI could n t restrain my passion\\nFor Polly, so sweet was she\\nWhile Carruthers was just determined\\nThat Kitty his bride should be.\\nThe girls were shy and timid,\\nBut t was easy enough to see\\nThat Polly was fond of Carruthers,\\nWhile Kitty favored me.\\nIOO", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "UNKIND FATE\\nYes, I loved Polly,\\nAnd Polly loved Lee,\\nAnd Lee loved Kitty,\\nAnd Kitty loved me.\\nI pleaded my cause with Polly,\\nI wooed her on bended knee\\nWhile Carruthers courted Kitty,\\nAnd earnestly urged his plea.\\nThe girls looked sad and wistful,\\nOr laughed in pretended glee,\\nBut they answered No to our pleadings\\nAnd so, all hopelessly,\\nI still love Polly,\\nAnd Polly loves Lee\\nAnd Lee loves Kitty,\\nAnd Kitty loves me.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "WOMAN S WAY\\nFATHER TIME sat in his study,\\nLounging in his easy-chair.\\nNice old chap, so hale and ruddy,\\nWith his long white beard and hair.\\nSuddenly unto his portal\\nCame a sound of flying feet\\nPrettier than any mortal\\nApril entered, fair and sweet.\\nIn a gown of primrose yellow,\\nWith a manner gay and blithe\\nDaddy Time, you dear old fellow\\nSaid she, fingering his scythe.\\nFather Time looked wisely at her,\\nAnd indulgently he smiled.\\nI don t care to hear you flatter\\nTell me what you want, my child.", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "WOMAN S WAY\\nThen said April, coming closer,\\nBy the forelock taking him,\\nEaster s almost here and oh, sir,\\nI ve my Easter hat to trim.\\nSuch a pretty Easter bonnet\\nBut, you see I really need\\nSome spring birds and posies on it.\\nBut Time thundered No, indeed\\nSuch audacity s appalling\\nBirds and flowers belong to May.\\nThen the crystal tears came falling\\n(Crafty April knew the way).\\nAnd she said, though April showers\\nAlmost drowned her plaintive words,\\nCan t I have a few small flowers\\nAnd a half a dozen birds\\nThere, there do not cry, my poppet\\n(Time was just like other men).\\nDon t cry If you 11 only stop it\\nYou may have your posies then.\\n103", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nQuick the tears that had been streaming\\nDisappeared and left no trace.\\nSoon a radiant smile was beaming\\nOn Miss April s lovely face.\\nAnd she had for her adorning\\nAll the birds and blossoms bright.\\nCrowned with these on Easter morning\\nApril was a charming sight.\\n104", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "io5", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE TRAILING SKIRT\\nOH, product of this vain and vapid age,\\nI would I could thy doom presage\\nWith righteous wrath it makes me rage\\nTo think that in these late, enlightened years\\nSuch an enormity appears\\nAs thy lank length. I marvel and lament\\nThat such a bane was sent.\\nWhy cumberest thou the earth\\nOf thee we have no need,\\nEven though thou rt decreed\\nBy Worth.\\nThou trundling, trailing skirt\\nSmearing thyself with dirt,\\nForever catching in the swinging doors\\nAs we go in and out of stores.\\nOne should be a contortionist expert,\\nTo manage a trained skirt.\\nTrained skirt, indeed! I would thou hadst been\\ntrained\\nTo hold thyself up when it rained\\nPerchance 1 pick thee up and carry thee,\\nThen see\\n1 06", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE TRAILING SKIRT\\nMy arm\\nShortly grows cramped and tired.\\nWhere is thy charm,\\ntrailing skirt, that thou shouldst be desired\\nPerchance I let thee trail,\\nA mass of cloth that drags\\nIn rags\\nAnd tags\\nLike Dorothy Draggletail.\\nThen on thy folds a sturdy heel is placed.\\nOf course,\\n1 m stopped perforce.\\n(I feel thee parting from my waist\\nWhen I proceed t is with the dread\\nThat I shall tread\\nUpon some other victim s dragging gown,\\nAnd, peering down,\\nI pick my steps with care about the town.\\nI may not look to left or right,\\nI miss the sight\\nOf all that I came out to see\\nI pass the friends who bow to me\\nWithout a glance.\\nOr, if perchance\\n1 shun the dangers of the muddy street\\nAnd in a crowded car lurch to a seat,\\n107", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nThat dreadful train attacks the angry, vexed\\nMan who sits next\\nAnd, like a living thing,\\nContrives to writhe and cling\\nAnd twine itself completely round his feet.\\nChagrined, I grab the floundering folds,\\nWhile every one beholds\\nThe lining splashed and binding frayed\\nOf my best tailor-made,\\nWhich, when I started, but an hour ago,\\nWas neat and trim and comme ilfaut.\\nOh, how can rational women wear\\nSuch awful things, nor dare\\nEven feebly to protest\\nAgainst the pest\\nTo be so blindly bound by Fashion s thralls,\\nAfraid to break her rules,\\nWe must be silly fools\\nAt any rate,\\nWe must be what Max Nordau calls\\nDegenerate\\n108", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "QUATRAIN\\nYOUTH throws a glamour over everything\\nClothes wrong with right, and veils a lie with\\ntruth\\nBut age, more daring still, essays to fling\\nA glamour over youth.\\n109", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "THE BALLADE OF THE AD.\\nTHE merit of story or verse\\nLet others assert and explain,\\nLet others recount and rehearse\\nThe work of the erudite brain.\\nThe subject of my humble strain\\nNo eulogy ever has had,\\nFor sages and poets disdain\\nThe cheery, ubiquitous ad.\\nIn language both graphic and terse,\\nIn homely, colloquial vein\\nYour notice it seems to coerce,\\nYour attention it s bound to enchain.\\nAlthough of its art you complain,\\nThough its rhythm and metre are bad,\\nYet still in your mind twill remain,\\nThe cheery, ubiquitous ad.\\nIf you but a trifle disburse,\\nIt offers you marvellous gain\\nAnd quite within reach of your purse\\nA miracle you may obtain,\\nI IO", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE BALLADE OF THE AD.\\nFrom a cot to a castle in Spain,\\nA fancy, a fake, or a fad\\nThere s nothing escapes its domain,\\nThe cheery, ubiquitous ad.\\nL ENVOI\\nGentle reader, I m sure you 11 maintain\\nThat he is a churl or a cad\\nWho counts as a nuisance or bane\\nThe cheery, ubiquitous ad.\\nin", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "AUBREY BEARDSLEY S\\nPICTURES\\nA SPLOTCH of black, a splash of white,\\nAnd here and there a curving line\\nThe artists rave, the critics fight,\\nThe people murmur How divine\\nJI2", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "HER EASTER MORNING\\nI SAT at my ease, and my mind was at rest,\\nThe holiest feelings were filling my breast,\\nFor 1 knew I was smartly and properly dressed\\nAnd was calmly convinced I was looking my best\\nBut the musical drones,\\nIn monotonous tones,\\nSent a feeling of drowsiness all through my bones,\\nAnd visions unusual my senses impressed\\nThe air all about me was surely possessed\\nWith curious things\\nWhich soared upon wings,\\nOr waved through the air suspended by strings.\\nI thought they were butterflies, fairies, or bats,\\nBut on closer inspection they proved to be hats\\nOf every description, from steeples to flats\\nAnd though moving for years in the best of society,\\nI never have seen such enormous variety\\nOf cottage and poke,\\nOf turban and toque,\\nTrimmed with feathers of ostrich and feathers of\\ncoque.\\n8 113", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nThere were bonnets of velvet and bonnets of lace,\\nFor every occasion and every place\\nBonnets of silks and bonnets of satins,\\nBonnets for vespers and bonnets for matins,\\nBonnets of jet\\nAnd bonnets of net,\\nTrimmed with every conceivable kind of rosette.\\nA Gainsborough beaver, with wide rolling brim,\\nA demure little gipsy, exceedingly prim.\\nThere were hats of all colours, blue, white, green, and\\nblack,\\nTurned up in the front and turned up in the back,\\nAnd a ripple-edged, feather-trimmed, beaded felt\\nplaque.\\nAnd all of these hats,\\nLike a great swarm of gnats,\\nThe whole place o erspread,\\nAnd to my great dread\\nEach one seemed determined to light on my head.\\nI tried hard to say\\nOh, take them away,\\nWhen the voice of a neighbour devoutly implored\\nAt my side, We beseech Thee to hear us Good\\nLord,\\n1 gave a great start, I awoke with a lurch\\nT was Easter, and I had been sleeping in church.\\n114", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "AN UNWRITTEN POEM\\nUPON this mossy bank I ll sit, within this\\nflowery dell,\\nIt is the place by poets most preferred,\\nAnd in a blithesome ballad 1 11 poetically tell\\nThe sentiments of yonder little bird.\\nO poet, spare me cried the bird I m weary of\\nthis thing\\nExcuse me if I plainly speak my mind\\nBut I ve had my poem taken twenty-seven times\\nthis Spring,\\nOh, let me go, if you will be so kind\\nWhy, certainly, the poet said, it matters not to\\nme,\\nAnother theme will just as well avail\\nI 11 write a lyric poem to this budding apple-tree,\\nOr a dithyrambic ode, beginning Hail\\n5", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nI beg your pardon, said the tree, I pray you will\\ndesist,\\nAnd seek some other victim, if you please\\nI ve had enough of cheered by sun and by the\\nbreezes kist.\\n1 11 write then, said the poet, of the breeze.\\nNay, poet, sighed the weary breeze, it makes\\nme very tired\\nTo toss the tresses of the trees in rhyme\\nAlready since the first of May twelve poets I ve in-\\nspired\\nI 11 thank you if you 11 let me off this time.\\nDon t mention it, I beg, O Breeze, of this fair\\nflow r I 11 speak.\\nBut the flower answered gaily, I protest\\nI cannot pose for you 1 ve sat for poems all the\\nweek,\\nAnd I really think I ought to have a rest.\\nWhat can I do the poet cried. Ah, here is\\nSpring herself.\\nGoddess I pray you grant an interview\\nI 11 place you in the public eye as fairy, sprite, or elf,\\nOr write a stirring sonnet to your shoe.\\nn6", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "AN UNWRITTEN POEM\\nOh, nonsense, poet cried the Spring, with that\\nwe can dispense\\nWhy waste your time on hackneyed themes and\\ntrite\\nCome, go a- Maying with us, and when sun sets hie\\nyou hence,\\nAnd write about the song you did n t write.\\n7", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "THE BOOK LIFTER\\nYOU VE heard of the Book Collector, the Book\\nLover, the Bookworm,\\nThe Book Maker and Book Seller too, each is a\\nwell-known term.\\nThe Bookman and Book Buyer are to us a real\\ndelight,\\nBut it s of the bad Book Lifter that I m going for to\\nwrite.\\nHis smile is most engaging, and he has a well-stocked\\nmind,\\nHe s suave and pleasant spoken and particularly kind\\nBut I know his tricks and manners, and 1 tremble\\nwhen I see\\nThe odious Book Lifter come in to visit me.\\nHe entertains me with the latest literary chat,\\nAs he scans my newest volumes. Then he picks out\\nthis or that,\\nAnd remarks as he is leaving, with a manner so polite\\nI 11 skim this over hurriedly and send it back to-\\nnight.\\n118", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE BOOK LIFTER\\nBut I know the bad Book Lifter s the forgetfullest of\\nmen,\\nAnd I know that I shall never see that borrowed book\\nagain.\\nOr perhaps, with much apology, his case he frankly\\nstates,\\nAnd begs a book of reference to see about some\\ndates.\\nHe 11 return it on the morrow, but I feel a little\\nglum\\nO er a well-defined conviction that to-morrow 11\\nnever come.\\nOr perhaps he s absent-minded does n t know what\\nhe s about,\\nWhen he pockets a small volume, quite unconsciously,\\nno doubt.\\nOr he comes when I am not at home, and says that\\nhe s a friend\\nTo whom at any time most willingly my books I\\nlend.\\nThen he enters with assurance and a deprecating\\nsmirk,\\nAnd takes a handsome copy of an illustrated work.\\nOr perhaps he is a writer, and some subject, unfore-\\nseen,\\nNecessitates the scanning of a current magazine\\n119", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nHe has mislaid his copy will I kindly lend him\\nmine\\nOf course in such emergency I really can t decline.\\nOr he takes the newest novel, which I have n t read\\nmyself,\\nOr volume six or seven from a set upon the shelf\\nOr one of my pet classics, or a rare old Elzevir\\nAnd one by one 1 sadly see my treasures disappear.\\nI m powerless to prevent them, for I can t be such\\na dunce\\nAs to seem to doubt the promise, This shall be re-\\nturned at once.\\nBut I sigh for some far desert isle or lonely foreign\\nshore,\\nWhere the borrowers cease from borrowing and Book\\nLifters lift no more.\\n1 20", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "w\\nUTILITARIAN\\nHEN Cupid discovered how dull was his dart,\\nHe sharpened it straightway on Phyllis s\\nheart.\\n121", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "UNDER A NEW CHARTER\\nHELLO Come in I called you, Cupid,\\nTo take this box. Handle with care\\nLook out don t be so careless, Stupid\\nI d have you know my heart s in there.\\nTake it at once, boy, to Miss Kitty,\\nAnd say it is a valentine.\\nHow happy she 11 look, and how pretty,\\nWhen she discovers it is mine\\nTell her for her my heart is yearning,\\nAnd then, unless my judgment errs,\\nBy the same messenger returning\\nI rather think she 11 send me hers.\\nWhat, Cupid, are you back already\\nAnd bringing me Miss Kitty s heart\\nOpen it quickly Stay, be steady\\nWhat s this A neatly printed chart\\n122", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "UNDER. A NEW CHARTER\\nNo spaces left at my disposal\\nPossibly some vacated soon\\nBut 1 have filed your kind proposal.\\nCome up and call some afternoon.\\nAnd here her heart is designated\\nWhat seas of dreams what flowery isles\\nThe boundaries all distinctly stated,\\nAnd measured by a scale of smiles.\\nA large tract s given to her poodle\\nA smaller one contains her cat\\nHere is the claim of Lord Fitznoodle,\\nHere her expensive picture-hat.\\nHere I observe her mother s quarters\\nThis large compartment is her dad s\\nHere, Revolutionary Daughters,\\nAnd here her clubs and freaks and fads.\\nHere is enshrined her baby cousin,\\nAnd here that Count with whom she flirts\\nHere are male tenants by the dozen\\n(They re only friends, so she asserts).\\n123", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "IDLE ID YLS\\nThis corner s occupied by Irving,\\nThis by her pearl and turquoise pin\\nAlthough I know I am deserving,\\nI don t see how I can get in.\\n124", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "LEFT\\nTHE sky is blue, the sea is bright,\\nThe waves are dancing with delight,\\nThe earth is glad, my heart is gay,\\nSweet Kitty Somers comes this way.\\nThe sky is dark, the sea is grey,\\nIt is a gloomy, doleful day,\\nThe earth is sad, and sad am I,\\nMiss Katharine Somers passed me by.\\n125", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "AN EXPLANATION\\nALL the world loves a lover, they say\\nBut I prove that untrue every day\\nWhenever I try\\nFor a kiss on the sly,\\nThe world seems to get in the way.\\nAnd when Mabel goes walking with me,\\nThe world says Ahem and Te-hee\\nIt gives a sly wink,\\nAnd I certainly think\\nIt s as horrid as horrid can be.\\nSo that proverb is lacking in force\\nI wonder what gave it its source\\nBut stay, oh, I see\\nWhy, Mabel loves me\\nAnd she s all the world to me, of course\\n126", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "OTHARIO LEE was saddened, the world\\nseemed grim and grey\\nFor Lothario Lee was a lover bold, and to-day was\\nSt. Valentine s day.\\nT was St. Valentine s day, and he fain would send\\nhis heart to the fair Florelle,\\nFor the radiant maid had inspired in his breast a\\npassion he could not quell.\\nBut alas, for the gay Lothario, his heart was held in\\nfee,\\nDown at Dan Cupid s pawnshop, at the sign of the\\nRoses Three.\\nWillingly would the lovelorn knight that errant\\nheart reclaim,\\nBut, alas the luckless Lothario had n t a cent to his\\nname.\\n1 27", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nSo he sadly sat and pondered, as doleful as he could\\nbe;\\nWhen a brilliant notion struck him Done cried\\nLothario Lee.\\n~yL 36212.\\nr ilFiD .CC-\\nI ll send her the pawnshop ticket, my tale of woe\\nt will tell,\\nFor she alone can redeem my heart, the rich and\\nrare Florelle.\\nHe sent her the tell-tale ticket, he scribbled a hasty\\nline,\\nBidding her call at Dan Cupid s shop and claim her\\nvalentine.\\n128", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE LAY OF LOTHARIO LEE\\nAnd as she read the message, in the soul of the fair\\nFlorelle\\nA joyful thought rang merrily, like a far-away\\nmarriage-bell.\\nWith her heart in a frantic flutter, adown the street\\nsped she,\\nTill she reached Dan Cupid s pawnshop at the sign\\nof the Roses Three.\\nCupid sat at a workbench, mending a broken dart\\nI am Florelle, said she, and I come to claim\\nLothario s heart.\\nHere is the ticket, Cupid what are the ransom fees\\nSee, I will pay you the money give me the heart if\\nyou please.\\nBut I am blind, said Cupid, I cannot see the\\nname\\nDescribe the heart you are looking for, and so make\\ngood your claim.\\nLothario s heart, said the lady, is brave and\\nknows no fear.\\nAlas, said Cupid, dejectedly, no such heart is\\nhere.\\n9 129", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nHis heart, said the lady, further, is honest, and\\ngood, and true.\\nNo, said Dan Cupid, wofully, not one of these\\nhearts will do.\\nHis heart to me is single, it beats for me alone.\\nCome, come, cried Cupid, impossible such\\nhearts I ve never known.\\nThe best in my collection has been mended once or\\ntwice,\\nBut here s a heart that may suit you, if you re will-\\ning to pay the price.\\nIt s a heart that is sad and lonely, a trifle hard and\\ncold,\\nIt seems to be rather scarred and worn, in fact, it s\\ngetting old.\\nIt s somewhat fickle and jealous, a bit impatient,\\ntoo,\\nAnd branded with several maidens names, Coralie,\\nRose, and Loo.\\nWhy, that s the very heart I want, said the lady\\ngive it to me.\\nThat s the one I ve been describing to you, the\\nheart of Lothario Lee\\n130", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE LAY OF LOTHARIO LEE\\n\\\\GM\\n(^1\\n^J\\nAs she left the shop in triumph, said Cupid, I seem\\nto find\\nEach day a more convincing fact to prove that Love\\nis blind. 1 3 l", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS EVE\\nT\\\\/TY childhood s Christmases each brought to me\\nThe wondrous glory of a Christmas-tree\\nNow every year since I ve to manhood grown,\\n1 buy a tree for children of my own.\\nAnd so to-night my mind looks back and sees\\nLife a long avenue of Christmas-trees.\\n132", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "PAST AND PRESENT\\n(WITH APOLOGIES TO MR. HOOD)\\nT REMEMBER, I remember\\nThe flat where I was born\\nThe little air-shaft where the sun\\nCould not peep through at morn\\nThe stuffy rooms and narrow halls\\nUnlit by Heaven s ray\\nThe seven winding flights of stairs\\nThat took my breath away\\nI remember, I remember\\nThe sickly daffodils\\nThat bloomed in old tomato-cans\\nUpon the window-sills\\nThe cupboard where the cake was kept,\\nAnd where my brother set\\nA patent trap to catch a mouse,\\nThat mouse is living yet\\n\u00c2\u00bb33", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nI remember, I remember\\nThe sounds I used to know\\nThe organ on the floor above,\\nThe violin below\\nThe cats upon the fire-escape,\\nThe steam-heat in the wall\\nThe chorus-girl a-singing in\\nThe flat across the hall.\\nI remember, I remember\\nThe scuttle dark and high\\nThrough which I often used to climb\\nTo get a glimpse of sky.\\nI live in first-floor chambers now,\\nWith nothing to annoy,\\nBut still I m farther off from Heaven\\nThan when I was a boy.\\n*34", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "EPITAPH ON A BALLET\\nDANCER\\nT TERE lies our much-loved Coralie,\\nShe danced o er death s dark wave\\nWe ve seen her merry, but till now\\nWe never saw her grave.\\n35", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "AN IMPORTANT TRUST\\nSCANNING the morning paper o er,\\nI find, to my disgust,\\nA new misfortune is in store\\nThey ve formed a Great Ink Trust.\\nNow must I hang my ink-horn up,\\nAnd leave my pens to rust\\nDespair and sorrow fill my cup,\\nThey ve formed a Great Ink Trust.\\nAs chief directors, doubtless, stand\\nThe Publishers, and then\\nThe Literary Agents, and\\nThe Clipping Bureau men.\\nThe stock, of course, is Limited,\\nA small part may be sold\\nBut by a Syndicate, t is said,\\nThe output is controlled.\\n136", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "AN IMPORTANT TRUST\\nI own t would give me quite a shock\\nIf these reports I heard\\nHowells and James are common stock,\\nAnd Kipling is preferred.\\nLe Gallienne s margined heavily\\nMaclaren, dropped behind\\nHope shows a hardening tendency,\\nDoyle s future has declined.\\nHall Caine is selling below par\\nIn Barrie there s a lull\\nHardy and Crawford steady are\\nMeredith, firm but dull.\\nDisconsolate and ill at ease\\nI d read these stock reports\\ncan t compete with such as these\\nIt makes me out of sorts.\\nBut stay such gloomy thoughts I 11 flout,\\nMy mind I 11 readjust\\nMy inkstand yet may be bought out\\nBy this same Great Ink Trust\\n\u00c2\u00bb37", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "AN UNORTHODOX CHRISTMAS\\nWENT to spend the day with Rose, and then\\nA Christmas greeting passed between us two\\nBut t was not Peace on Earth, good-will to men,\\nWe only said, Good-morning, How d ye do\\nAnd then to her I offered smilingly\\nThe present she expected me to bring\\nThere were no hanging hose no Christmas-tree\\nThe box was tied in paper with a string.\\nWe did n t sit beside the Yule-log s blaze,\\nWe just turned on the radiator s steam\\nAnd dinner, unlike those of storied days,\\nGave no plum-pudding, but some bisque ice-cream.\\nWe did n t hear the church-bells solemn toll\\nAnd when we had our Christmas evening lunch,\\nWe did n t have a steaming wassail-bowl,\\nBut just a jug of simple claret punch.\\n138", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "AN UNORTHODOX CHRISTMAS\\nWe trampled on traditions, I suppose\\nYet one rite we observed with care but, no,\\nAlthough I well remember kissing Rose,\\nIt was n t underneath the mistletoe.\\n*39", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "IN THE KLONDIKE\\nI M only a homeless rover\\nUp here in a Klondike camp\\nI ve looked my possessions over\\nBy the light of my cabin lamp.\\nThough I m an accepted lover,\\nI m miles from that sweetheart of mine,\\nAnd I m sore cast down,\\nFor in Dawson town\\n1 can t buy a valentine.\\n1 know she 11 have roses from Harry,\\nA basket of Huyler s from Ned\\nBeribboned carnations from Larry,\\nA poetic effusion from Fred\\nA volume of Kipling or Barrie\\nFrom that idiot, somebody Hall,\\nAnd nothing of mine\\nFor a valentine,\\nThough she loves me best of all.\\n140", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "r~\\nk\\nr; 1", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "IN THE KLONDIKE\\nMust my sentiment stay unspoken\\nBecause I ve no candies or bards\\nI know she 11 be just heart-broken\\nStay here is an old pack of cards\\nNot a very appropriate token,\\nNor suggestive of Cupid s darts,\\nBut I know what I 11 do\\nTo prove I m true\\nI 11 send her the T\\ni 4 i", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "CELA VA SANS DIRE\\nI LIST to the wail of each latter-day poet\\nWho discovers his themes must be six months\\nahead\\nThe same dire necessity, did he but know it,\\nHas coerced every writer, both living and dead.\\nMy struggles with seasons full well I remember\\nI am sure I speak whereof I know when I say\\nThat Tennyson wrote his May Queen in November,\\nAnd Tom Hood composed his November in May.\\nThe Night before Christmas was sent to the printer,\\n(I m morally sure) on the Fourth of July\\nAnd of course June, Dear June was made up in the\\nwinter,\\nAnd Spring, Gentle Spring, when the Autumn was\\nnigh.\\nThe Death of the Old Year was written in Summer,\\nThomson s Seasons were all written out of their\\ntime,\\nYet these things astonish each timid newcomer\\nWho aims to adopt the profession of rhyme.\\n142", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE THOUGHTFUL YARD\\nSTICK\\nA YARDSTICK thus to himself did muse\\nAs he walked along the street\\nI must buy a pair and a half of shoes\\nBecause I have three feet.\\nH3", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "AUF WIEDERSEHEN\\nENEATH the corner street-lamp s flickering glare\\nI stand with you, and know that we must part\\nBut as the last decisive moment comes,\\nA coward hesitation fills my heart.\\nI gaze once more upon your fair white face,\\nAnd see the lines my hand has written there\\nAnd though I know you re inwardly composed,\\nYou re visibly engrossed, and stamped with care.\\nWrapped up in you are all my highest aims\\nTo you my dearest secrets I ve revealed\\nTo you I ve trusted, as to kindly fate\\nAnd as 1 look, I know my fate is sealed.\\nBut I am sure you will come back to me\\nMy fingers touch you in one last caress\\nI let you go, to failure or to fame\\nMy carefully compounded MSS.\\n144", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "OF MODERN BOOKS\\n(A PANTOUM)\\nOF making many books there is no end,\\nThough myriads have to deep oblivion gone\\nEach day new manuscripts are being penned,\\nAnd still the ceaseless tide of ink flows on.\\nThough myriads have to deep oblivion gone,\\nNew volumes daily issue from the press\\nAnd still the ceaseless tide of ink flows on\\nThe prospect is disheartening, I confess.\\nNew volumes daily issue from the press\\nMy pile of unread books I view aghast.\\nThe prospect is disheartening, I confess\\nWhy will these modern authors write so fast\\nMy pile of unread books I view aghast\\nOf course I must keep fairly up to date\\nWhy will these modern authors write so fast\\nThey seem to get ahead of me of late.\\n10 i 45", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nOf course I must keep fairly up to date\\nThe books of special merit I must read\\nThey seem to get ahead of me of late,\\nAlthough I skim them very fast indeed.\\nThe books of special merit I must read\\nAnd then the magazines come round again\\nAlthough I skim them very fast indeed,\\nI can t get through with more than eight or ten.\\nAnd then the magazines come round again\\nHow can we stem this tide of printer s ink\\nI can t get through with more than eight or ten\\nIt is appalling when I stop to think.\\nHow can we stem this tide of printer s ink\\nOf making many books there is no end.\\nIt is appalling when I stop to think\\nEach day new manuscripts are being penned\\n146", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "A\\n7\\n=4\\nS through Elysian Fields I strayed,\\nI chanced upon a sight amazing\\nIn leafy shade\\nWhere fountains played,\\nOld Pegasus was idly grazing.\\nWhy are you here, my friend said I.\\nOf modern poets are you weary\\nHe gave a sigh,\\nAnd dropped his eye,\\nAnd seemed embarrassed by my query.\\nSaid he, I m treated with abuse,\\nI m reckoned now among old-timers;\\nThere s no more use\\nFor Pegasus,\\nSince poets use the auto-rhymers.\\nH7", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "THE TRAGEDY OF A\\nTHEATRE HAT\\nTHE devil one day in a spirit of mirth\\nWas walking around, to and fro, on the earth,\\nWhen he heard a man say,\\nIn a casual way,\\nI think 1 11 drop in at to-day s matinee;\\nFor I feel in the humour to see a good play,\\nAnd the thing is a rattler, I ve heard people say.\\nThe devil stood by,\\nWith a smile in his eye,\\nAnd he said, I don t see any good reason why\\nI, too, should n t go to this play that s so fly.\\nNow, His Majesty, as is well-known by the wise,\\nAssumes at his will any kind of disguise\\nAnd he said, I will go\\nTo this wonderful show\\nIn the shape of a man, and arrayed comme il faut.\\nNo sooner t was said than t was done, and away\\nHis Majesty sped to the gay matinee.\\nIn faultless attire becomingly garbed,\\nConcealing entirely his tail (which was barbed),\\n148", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE TRAGEDY OF A THEATRE HAT\\nCorrectly cravatted,\\nAnd duly silk-hatted,\\nWith his two cloven hoofs patent-leathered and\\nspatted,\\nHe approached the box-office with jauntiest airs,\\nAnd purchased a seat in the orchestra chairs.\\nThen removing his tile,\\nHe tripped down the aisle w\\nWith a manner which showed no appearance of\\nguile,\\nAlthough he could scarcely conceal a slight smile\\nAs he noticed the ladies who sat near to him,\\nSo modishly mannered, and quite in the swim,\\nThe maidens so trim,\\nAnd the matrons so prim,\\nAnd he thought how extremely they d be horrified\\nIf they had any notion who sat by their side.\\nAs His Majesty sat there enjoying it all\\nThere entered a lady exceedingly tall\\nWith a rustle of silk and a flutter of fur,\\nShe sat herself down in the seat kept for her,\\nRight in front of Old Nick, and exactly between\\nHimself and the stage. And her insolent mien\\nProclaimed her at once a society queen.\\nHer shoulders were broad and supported a cape\\nWhich gave you no clue to her possible shape,\\n149", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nT was so plaited and quilled,\\nAnd ruffled and frilled,\\nAnd it tinkled with bugles that never were stilled\\nAnd wide epaulettes\\nAll covered with jets,\\nCaught up here and there with enormous rosettes,\\nAnd further adorned with gold-spangled aigrettes.\\nEncircling her neck was a boa of gauze,\\nAccordion-plaited, and trimmed with gewgaws\\nAnd perched on the top of her haughty blond head\\nWas a HAT! Now of course you have all of you\\nread\\nOf the theatre hats\\nThat are seen at the mats.,\\nThat are higher than steeples and broader than flats\\nBut this one as far outshone all of the others\\nAs young Joseph s dream-sheaves exceeded his\\nbrothers\\nT was a wide-rolling brim and a high-peaked crown,\\nBlack feathers stood up and black feathers hung\\ndown\\nAnd black feathers waved wildly in every direction\\nWithout any visible scheme of connection.\\nTwas decked with rare flowers of a marvellous\\nsize,\\nAnd colours that seemed to bedazzle the eyes", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE TRAGEDY OF A THEATRE HAT\\nAnd each vacant space\\nWas filled in with lace,\\nAnd twenty-three birds in the ribbons found place.\\nAnd as this arrangement quite shut off his view,\\nThe devil was nonplussed to know what to do.\\nAnd although he is not very often amazed,\\nUpon this occasion he found he was fazed.\\nBut looking around\\nHe very soon found\\nThat many fair ladies as gorgeously gowned,\\nHeld their hats in their laps,\\nOr still better, perhaps\\nHad left them outside in the room with their\\nwraps.\\nAnd assuming at once a society air,\\nHe leaned over the back of the fair stranger s chair,\\nAnd with manner well-bred,\\nBeg pardon, he said,\\nWill you please take that awful thing off of your\\nhead\\nWhen what do you think The lady addressed\\nIndignantly stared, and politely expressed\\nA decided refusal to grant his request\\nAnd the poor devil sat\\nBehind that big hat,\\nSo mad that he did n t know where he was at.\\n151", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "IDLE IDYLS\\nHe could not see a thing that took place on the stage,\\nAnd he worked himself into a terrible rage.\\nThen he murmured quite low,\\nBut she heard him, you know,\\nLady, since you refuse to remove that chapeau\\nYou re condemned now to wear it wherever you go.\\nSince you won t take it off when a duty you owe,\\nYou shall not take it off when you wish to do so.\\nAlas for the lady The devil has power,\\nAnd the rest of her life, from that terrible hour,\\nThe curse of the devil compelled her to wear\\nThat enormous Deflowered and befeathered affair.\\nHer lot was a sad one. If you 11 reckon o er\\nThe times when a hat is a terrible bore,\\nYou 11 certainly say\\nThat to wear it all day\\nAnd then wear it all night is a fate to deplore.\\nShe wore it at dinners, she wore it at balls\\nShe wore it at home when receiving her calls\\nShe wore it at breakfast, at luncheon and tea,\\nNot even at prayers from that hat was she free.\\nShe could n t remove it on going to bed,\\nShe rose, bathed, and dressed with that hat on her\\nhead.\\nIf she lounged in the hammock, perusing a book,\\nOr went to the kitchen to speak to the cook,\\n152", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE TRAGEDY OF A THEATRE HAT\\nIn summer or winter, the hat was still there,\\nAnd t was so in the way when she shampooed her\\nhair.\\nHer lover would fain his fair sweetheart caress,\\nBut who to his bosom could tenderly press\\nTwelve black, waving feathers and twenty-three birds\\nHe said what he thought, in appropriate words,\\nAnd broke the engagement. She vowed she would go\\nTo a convent and bury her sorrow but no\\nThey would n t receive her. It was the old tale,\\nThat hat quite prevented her taking the veil.\\nThe curse was upon her No mortal could save\\nShe carried that ill-fated hat to her grave.\\nMORAL\\nNow, all you young women with Gainsborough hats,\\nBeware how you wear them to Saturday mats.\\nRemember the fate\\nOf this maid up-to-date,\\nAnd take warning from her ere it may be too late.\\n*53", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "BALLADE OF ECCLESIASTES\\nBRAVELY the faithful genius toils for years,\\nAmbition lures him onward day by day\\nAt last the fruitage of his work appears,\\nHis friends approve and critics have their say.\\nMen crown him with the laurel and the bay,\\nThe guerdon of his fame is fairly won,\\nAnd has he then performed a wonder Nay,\\nThat which is done is that which has been done.\\nThe lover, tossed about mid hopes and fears,\\nTo his fair goddess will insanely pray,\\nAnd begs her lovely favour when she hears\\nThe melancholy burden of his lay.\\nAnd they assert, when she has murmured Yea,\\nSuch wondrous love as theirs was known to none,\\nBut lovers think the selfsame things alway,\\nThat which is done is that which has been done.\\nSo as we follow various careers\\nWhich offer us a choice of grave and gay,\\nMade up alternately of smiles and tears,\\nA little work and then a little play,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a254", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "BALLADE OF ECCLESIASTES\\nAs through the years we ignorantly stray,\\nThinking new enterprises we ve begun,\\nWe learn, when life is passing fast away,\\nThat which is done is that which has been done.\\nL ENVOl\\nSolomon, you are long since turned to clay,\\nBut down the years your words shall ring for aye.\\nThere is no new thing underneath the sun,\\nThat which is done is that which shall be done.\\ni55", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "NOV 14 1900", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2927", "width": "1768", "jp2-path": "idleidyls00well_0204.jp2"}}