THIS kiss upon your fan I press,
Ah! Saint Nitouche, you don’t refuse it,
And may it from its soft recess,
This kiss upon your fan I press,
Be blown to you a shy caress
By this white down whene’er you use it;
This kiss upon your fan I press,
Ah! Saint Nitouche, you don’t refuse it.

II
(What She Thought)

To kiss a fan!
What a poky poet!
The stupid man
To kiss a fan,
When he knows that—he—can,
Or ought to know it.
To kiss a fan!
What a poky poet!
Harrison Robertson.

A BALLADE OF OLD SWEETHEARTS

WHO is it that weeps for the last year’s flowers
When the wood is aflame with the fires of spring,
And we hear her voice in the lilac bowers
As she croons the runes of the blossoming?
For the same old blooms do the new years bring,
But not to our lives do the years come so,
New lips must kiss and new bosoms cling.—
Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago.
Ah me! for a breath of those morning hours
When Alice and I went a-wandering
Through the shining fields, and it still was ours
To kiss and to feel we were shuddering—
Ah me! when a kiss was a holy thing—
How sweet were a smile from Maud, and oh!
With Phyllis once more to be whispering—
Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago.
But it cannot be that old Time devours
Such loves as was Annie’s and mine we sing,
And surely beneficent heavenly powers
Save Muriel’s beauty from perishing;
And if in some golden evening
To a quaint old garden I chance to go,
Shall Marion no more by the wicket sing?—
Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago.

L’ENVOI

In these lives of ours do the new years bring
Old loves as old flowers again to blow?
Or do new lips kiss and new bosoms cling?—
Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago.
Richard Le Gallienne.

AMOUR DE VOYAGE

AND I was a man who could write you rhyme
(Just so much for you, nothing more),
And you were the woman I loved for a time—
Loved for a little, and nothing more,
We shall go our ways when the voyage is o’er,
You with your beauty and I with my rhymes,
With a dim remembrance rising at times
(Only a memory, nothing more)
Of a lovely face and some worthless rhymes.
Meantime till our comedy reaches its end
(It’s comic ending, and nothing more)
I shall live as your lover who loved as a friend—
Shall swear true love till Life be o’er.
And you, you must make believe and attend,
As the steamer throbs from shore to shore.
And so, we shall pass the time for a little
(Pass it in pleasure, and nothing more),
For vows, alas! are sadly brittle,
And each may forget the oaths that we swore.
And have we not loved for an age, and age?
And was I not yours from shore to shore?
From landing-stage to landing-stage
Did I not worship and kneel and adore?
And what is a month in love but an age?
And who in their senses would wish for more?
Rudyard Kipling.

THE LOVERS’ LITANY

EYES of gray—a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer wears to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high—
None so true as you and I—
Sing the Lovers’ Litany:—
“Love like ours can never die!”
Eyes of black—a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep and wheel and fly
Hear the Lovers’ Litany:—
“Love like ours can never die!”
Eyes of brown—a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the old old tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers’ Litany:—
“Love like ours can never die!”
Eyes of blue—the Simla Hills
Silvered with the moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
“Mabel,” “Officers,” “Good-by,”
Glamour, wine, and witchery—
On my soul’s sincerity,
“Love like ours can never die!”
Maidens, of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state.
Four times Cupid’s debtor I—
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite this evil case,
And a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lovers’ Litany:—
“Love like ours can never die!”
Rudyard Kipling.

A LENTEN CALL

’TWAS the second of March, in the present year,
And the morning after a revel,
When the world and the flesh made a party call,
Accompanied by the Devil.
Their coats were creaseless, their “patents” shone,
And the Devil smiled most sweetly,
To think that a carefully built-up shoe,
Hid his cloven hoof completely.
They rang the bell at Society’s door,
Sent in their names and stood waiting,
The usual warm reception there
Serenely anticipating.
But the white-capped maid returned and said
In a voice demurely level,
That her mistress was not at home that day
To the World, the Flesh or the Devil.
The World and the Flesh grew pale—as well
They might do, with propriety—
For they’d be in a parlous state, without
The countenance of Society.
And even the Devil looked half-perplexed
Till he cried—“Ah! I see the reason!
It is one of Society’s yearly fads,
And this is the Lenten season.”
Then they all three laughed, both loud and long,
For it certainly did relieve them
To think that after some forty days
Society would receive them;
And that the unwonted quiet would give
New zest to each after-revel,
When Society opened her doors again
To the World, the Flesh and the Devil.
Hilda Johnson Wise.

HELEN’S FACE A BOOK

HELEN’S face is like a book—
Charming, all its pages.
Helen’s face is like a book;
What’s the story I forsook,
When on Helen’s face I look,
When her smile engages?
There I read an old romance;
Here, I see one living!
There, I read an old romance,
But in Helen’s lightest glance
Far a livelier tale enchants,
Wild excitement giving!
What is printer’s ink to me?
Commas, dots and dashes!
What is printer’s ink to me,
If with Helen I may be,
Exclamation points to see
Underneath her lashes?
Gelett Burgess.

THE BUTTERFLY’S MADRIGAL

LOVE-for-a-day, come let’s be gay!
Love, for a day, thy lips are smiling!
Love-for-a-week, our bliss we’ll seek,
Love, for a week, dull care beguiling!
Love-for-a-year, be true my dear!
Love, for a year—and then we’ll sever;
Love for a day or year we may,
But Love for aye—ah, never!
Gelett Burgess.

BALLADE OF THE DEVIL-MAY-CARE

FREE as the wandering pike am I,
Many the strings to my amorous bow,
More than a little inclined to fly
Butterfly lovering, to and fro;
Happy wherever the flowers blow,
With the dew on the leaf, and the sunshine above,
Terribly wrong and unprincipled? No,
Life is too short to be “dead in love!”
Not for me is the lover’s sigh;
Fools are they to be worrying so!
Sipping my fill of the honey I fly
Butterfly lovering, to and fro.
I skim the cream, and let all else go;
Gather my roses, and give a shove
Over my shoulder at dutiful woe,—
Life is too short to be “dead in love!”
So, while the fanciful hours go by,
I gayly reap what the simpletons sow.
Fresh with their bloom are the fruits I try,
Butterfly lovering, to and fro.
Then here’s to the lady who wears her beau
On and off, like a dainty glove!
And here’s to the zephyrs that all-ways blow—
Life is too short to be “dead in love!”

ENVOY

Prince, who cares for the coming snow,
Butterfly lovering to and fro?
Why should a man be a turtle-dove?
Life is too short to be “dead in love!”
Gelett Burgess.

BALLADE OF DREAMS TRANSPOSED

SOME may like to be shut in a cage,
Cooped in a corner, a-tippling tea,
Some may in troublesome toil engage;
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
Over the mountain and over the sea,
Now in the country and now in the town,
And when I’m wrinkled and withered, maybe,
Then I’ll marry and settle down.
Some may pore over printed page
And never know bird, nor beast, nor tree,
Watching the world from book or stage;
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
So ho! for the forest, and ho! for the lea,
And ho! for the river and prairie brown,
And ho! for a gay long jubilee,—
Then I’ll marry and settle down.
Why should I wait till a gray old age
Brings me chance to be rich and free?
I have no money—it makes me rage;
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
Though oft, with my lover upon my knee
(She has frolicsome eyes and a fetching gown!)
I fear if my heart’s to be held in fee,—
Then I’ll marry and settle down.

ENVOY

Prince, my sweetheart will not agree,—
But the luck of a rover’s the thing for me!
She says I must stay, and I fear her frown,—
Then I’ll marry and settle down.
Gelett Burgess.

VILLANELLE OF HIS LADY’S TREASURE

I  TOOK her dainty eyes, as well
As silken tendrils of her hair:
And so I made a Villanelle!
I took her voice, a silver bell,
As clear as song, as soft as prayer;
I took her dainty eyes as well.
It may be, said I, who can tell,
These things shall be my less despair?
And so I made a Villanelle!
I took her whiteness virginal
And from her cheek two roses rare:
I took her dainty eyes as well.
I said: “It may be possible
Her image from my heart to tear!”
And so I made a Villanelle.
I stole her laugh, most musical:
I wrought it in with artful care;
I took her dainty eyes as well;
And so I made a Villanelle.
Ernest Dowson.

L’ENVOI

GO, pretty Rose, and to her tell
All I would say, could I but see
The slender form I know so well,
The roguish eyes that laughed at me.
And when your fragrance fills the room,
Tell her of all I hope and fear;
With every breath of sweet perfume,
Whisper my greetings in her ear.
But, Roses, stay—there is one thing
You must not mention (don’t forget,
For it might be embarrassing),
And that is, you’re not paid for yet!
E. B. Reed.

A MERRY BLUE-EYED LADDIE

A  MERRY blue-eyed laddie goes laughing through the town,
Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay, place!”
And every little lassie smooths her tumbled locks a-down,
And brings out all her dimples and hides away her frown,
And lays aside her broom and mop, the bonnie boy to chase,
Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!”
But away the blue-eyed laddie goes to seek another town,
Singing, “Hey, but the world is a gay, gay place!”
Then every dimple vanishes, and back comes every frown,
And every little lassie folds away her Sunday gown,
With tear-drops trickling sadly down her woful little face,
Sighing, “Hey, but the world is a sad, sad place!”
Juliet Wilbour Tompkins.

DANCE TIME

IT’S I live in a very wise town
As all wise people know:
They read, they write, they read all day
As orchard-trees do grow.
Said I,—I was a young thing then,
And a foolish young thing, too,—
“I will not spend my little life thus;
There’s much I’d rather do.
“For I would rather look at you
This way, with happy looks,
Than lose the stars from my two eyes
With poring over books.
“I’d rather far be red and white
For stupid folks to see
Than write nine books for little dull worms
To eat them, leisurely.
“And I would rather have it said
When all my days are through,
‘O she was good to see and hear
And say Good-morning to!’
“When learning makes you white and red
And fresh as west-winds blow,
I may spend sun and candle-light
To learn what they all know.
“But O, the wise in this wise town,
They have no longer prime.
And there are fewer wise men, now,
Than once upon a time!”
Josephine Preston Peabody Marks.

HOW LIKE A WOMAN

I  WANTED you to come to-day—
Or so I told you in my letter—
And yet, if you had stayed away,
I should have liked you so much better.
I should have sipped my tea unseen,
And thrilled at every door-bell’s pealing,
And thought how nice I could have been
Had you evinced a little feeling.
I should have guessed you drinking tea
With someone whom you loved to madness;
I should have thought you cold to me,
And revelled in a depth of sadness.
But, no! you came without delay—
I could not feel myself neglected:
You said the things you always say,
In ways not wholly unexpected.
If you had let me wait in vain,
We should, in my imagination,
Have held, what we did not attain,
A most dramatic conversation.
Had you not come, I should have known
At least a vague anticipation,
Instead of which, I grieve to own,
You did not give me one sensation.
Caroline and Alice Duer.

A VIGNETTE

CUPID, playing blind man’s buff,
Seized my Psyche’s floating tresses.
Here is silken clue enough
To dispense with any guesses.
This is Psyche’s golden fleece:
She’s my prisoner, past release.
But the lookers-on declare
Love was caught in Psyche’s hair.
Caroline Duer.

INDEX OF TITLES

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Age of Wisdom, The William Makepeace Thackeray 82
All things Except Myself I Know François Villon 6
American Girl, An Brander Matthews 241
Amour de Voyage Rudyard Kipling 318
Amy’s Cruelty Elizabeth Barrett Browning 68
Applied Astronomy Esther B. Tiffany 291
Ask and Have Samuel Lover 59
At the Lattice Alfred Austin 151
Avice Austin Dobson 177
 
Bachelor Girl, The Oliver Herford 300
Bagatelle, A James G. Burnett 228
Ballad of Bouillabaisse, The William Makepeace Thackeray 83
Ballad of Cassandra Brown, The Helen Gray Cone 278
Ballad of Dead Ladies, The Dante Gabriel Rossetti 125
Ballade Made in the Hot Weather W. E. Henley 238
Ballade of Dead Ladies (After Villon) Andrew Lang 199
Ballade of Dreams Transposed Gelett Burgess 325
Ballade of June W. E. Henley 237
Ballade of Ladies’ Names W. E. Henley 236
Ballade of Old Sweethearts, A Richard Le Gallienne 317
Ballade of Summer Andrew Lang 196
Ballade of the Devil-May-Care Gelett Burgess 323
Ballade of the Summer-Boarder, The H. C. Bunner 254
Be Ye in Love with April-Tide? Clinton Scollard 289
Because Edward Fitzgerald 73
Before the Blossom Robert Underwood Johnson 246
Belle of the Ball-Room, The Winthrop Mackworth Praed 64
Best of the Ball, The William Sawyer 123
Best Thing in the World, The Anonymous 223
Between the Showers Amy Levy 304
Beware! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 70
Biftek aux Champignons Henry Augustin Beers 206
Bluebell, The Margaret Deland 274
Borderland Herman Knickerbocker Vielé 269
Bracelet, The Robert Herrick 16
Brighton Pier Clement Scott 191
Butterfly’s Madrigal, The Gelett Burgess 323
 
Caeli Francis William Bourdillon 244
Caprice William Dean Howells 167
Certain Young Lady, A Washington Irving 37
Cherry-Ripe Richard Allison 11
Clubs Theodore Hook 48
Colinette Andrew Lang 198
Comfort Mortimer Collins 119
Commination Walter Savage Landor 36
Conceit, A Mortimer Collins 122
Contradiction, A Clement Scott 192
Contrast, The Charles Morris 24
Conversational Anonymous 219
Coquette, The. A Portrait John Godfrey Saxe 96
Corsage Bouquet, A Charles Henry Lüders 277
Courtship Frederick Langbridge 292
Cupid Ben Jonson 4
Cupid and Campaspe John Lilly 8
Cupid Mistaken Matthew Prior 23
 
Da Capo H. C. Bunner 260
Dance Time Josephine Preston Peabody Marks 329
Defiance Walter Savage Landor 35
“Dernier Jour d’un Condamné, Le” George A. Baker 212
Despairing Lover, The William Walsh 22
Dictum Sapienti Charles Henry Webb 144
Ditty, A Sir Philip Sydney 8
“Don’t” James Jeffrey Roche 204
Dorothy Q. A Family Portrait Oliver Wendell Holmes 78
 
Edged Tools Edmund Clarence Stedman 140
Educational Courtship Anonymous 221
Epithalamium E. S. Martin 270
Exchange, The Samuel T. Coleridge 34
Explanation, An Walter Learned 209
Eyes of Black and Eyes of Blue (from “The Viceroy”)     Harry B. Smith 293
 
Family Fool, The William Schwenck Gilbert 160
Fanny; or, The Beauty and the Bee Charles Mackay 88
Feminine Arithmetic Charles Graham Halpine 127
Flight Charles S. Calverley 129
Flower of Love Lies Bleeding, The Richard Henry Stoddard 116
For a Fan Richard Watson Gilder 196
Forfeits H. C. Bunner 265
French with a Master Theodore Tilton 152
From Three Fly Leaves J. K. Stephen 280
 
Game of Fives, A   Lewis Carroll 135
Garden Fancies. The Flower’s Name Robert Browning 89
Gold Room, The. An Idyl Bayard Taylor 118
Grace’s Choice Charles Battell Loomis 305
 
Handsomest Man in the Room, THE William Macquorn Rankine 102
Helen’s Face a Book Gelett Burgess 322
Heliotrope Harry Thurston Peck 266
Henchman, The John Greenleaf Whittier 76
Her Bonnet Mary E. Wilkins 307
Her Faults (from “The Mandarin”) Harry B. Smith 295
Her Letter Francis Bret Harte 174
Her Lips Walter Savage Landor 35
Her Neighbors Anonymous 224
Her Valentine Richard Hovey 311
How Like a Woman Caroline and Alice Duer 330
 
“I Journeyed South to Meet the Spring” Robert Underwood Johnson 246
I Must Come Out Next Spring Thomas Haynes Bayley 55
I Remember, I Remember Phœbe Cary 115
I’d Be a Butterfly Thomas Haynes Bayley 54
If James Jeffrey Roche 203
If H. C. Dodge 231
If You Want a Kiss, Why, Take It Anonymous 220
Il Bacio Paul Verlaine 200
In For It Somerville Gibney 225
In Philistia Bliss Carman 302
In Town Austin Dobson 181
Indecision Anonymous 217
Infirm E. S. Martin 273
Interesting H. C. Bunner 256
Interlude, An Algernon Charles Swinburne 162
Invitation, An Théophile Gautier 86
 
Janet Richard Watson Gilder 195
Justine, You Love Me Not! John Godfrey Saxe 98
 
Kirtle Red W. H. Bellemy 227
Kiss, A—By Mistake Joel Benton 134
Kissing’s No Sin Anonymous 223
Kitty’s Summering H. C. Bunner 264
 
Lady Mine Herbert Edwin Clarke 244
Larks and Nightingales Nathan Haskell Dole 242
Last Ditch, The E. Nesbit 288
Love Me Not for Comely Grace Anonymous 17
Lawyer’s Invocation to Spring, The Henry Howard Brownell 104
Leap-Year Episode, A Eugene Field 236
Lenten Call, A Hilda Johnson Wise 321
L’Envoi E. B. Reed 327
Letter of Advice, A Thomas Hood, Jr. 149
Lilian Alfred Tennyson 75
Lines in a Young Lady’s Album Thomas Hood 60
Logic Anonymous 218
Loulou and Her Cat Frederick Locker-Lampson 106
Love Thomas Hood 63
Love Charles S. Calverley 132
Love and Age Thomas L. Peacock 46
Love Disposed Of Robert Traill Spence Lowell 93
Love in a Cottage Nathaniel Parker Willis 71
Love in the Calendar Robert Underwood Johnson 247
Love-Knot, The Nora Perry 146
Love Test, A Carl Herlozssohn 229
Lover’s Litany, The Rudyard Kipling 319
Lunch, The Thomas Bailey Aldrich 155
 
Mabel, in New Hampshire James Thomas Fields 94
Maid of Murray Hill, The H. C. Bunner 262
Margaret and Dora Thomas Campbell 36
Marjorie’s Kisses Walter Learned 209
Match, A Algernon Charles Swinburne 165
Martial in London Mortimer Collins 123
Merry, Blue-Eyed Laddie, A Juliet Wilbur Tompkins 328
Minuet, The Mary Mapes Dodge 168
Miss Nancy’s Gown Zitella Cooke 210
Mistaken Moth, The Translated from Wegener 229
Modern Dialogue, A Oliver Herford 296
Modern Martyrdom, A Sam Walter Foss 275
My Aunt’s Spectre Mortimer Collins 121
My Grandmother’s Turkey-Tail Fan Samuel Minturn Peck 249
My Love and My Heart Henry S. Leigh 157
My Mistress’s Boots Frederick Locker-Lampson 110
My Pretty Neighbor Translated from Wegener 230
My Wooing Edwin Hamilton 213
 
Names Samuel T. Coleridge 34
Nice Correspondent! A Frederick Locker-Lampson 112
Ninety-nine in the Shade Rossiter Johnson 190
 
Oh, Tell Me How to Woo Thee Robert Graham 27
Old Collector, The Beatrice Hanscom 285
Old Rhyme, An Anonymous 17
Old Sedan Chair, The Austin Dobson 186
On a Girdle Edmund Waller 18
On a Hymn Book W. J. Henderson 252
On an Intaglio Head of Minerva Thomas Bailey Aldrich 154
On Rereading Télémaque James Jeffrey Roche 205
 
Pack Clouds Away Thomas Heywood 13
Papillottes, Les Gertrude Hall 309
Paraphrase, A Eugene Field 234
Pet’s Punishment J. Ashby-Sterry 173
Phillida and Corydon Nicholas Breton 10
Piccadilly Frederick Locker-Lampson 107
Poem of Every Day Life, A Albert Riddle 91
Poet’s Proposal, The Oliver Herford 299
Protest, The James Russell Lowell 101
 
Question and Answer J. K. Stephen 281
 
Races, The George Ellis 29
Reason, Folly and Beauty Thomas Moore 41
Reminiscence, A James Freeman Clarke 81
Rhyme for Priscilla, A Frank Dempster Sherman 283
Ripest Peach, The James Whitcomb Riley 245
“Roman de la Rose, Le” Austin Dobson 188
Romance of a Glove, The H. Savile Clarke 202
Rondeau Leigh Hunt 45
Rondel John Payne 194
Rosalind’s Madrigal Thomas Lodge 5
Rose, A Arlo Bates 240
Rose, The Anonymous 216
Rosette Béranger 43
 
Saint May: A City Lyric J. Ashby-Sterry 171
Scherzo James Russell Lowell 101
Sea, The Eva L. Ogden 301
Send Back My Long-Stray’d Eyes to Me John Donne 12
Shall I, Wasting in Despair George Wither 14
She Is So Pretty Béranger 44
Sigh No More (from “Much Ado About Nothing”)     William Shakespeare 9
Since We Parted Owen Meredith 134
Sing Heigh-Ho! Charles Kingsley 99
Snowdrop William Wetmore Story 100
Song Sir Charles Sedley 21
Song John Shaw 38
Song William Cullen Bryant 51
Song, A Norman R. Gale 308
Song from “The Duenna” Richard Brinsley Sheridan 28
Song from “Twelfth Night” William Shakespeare 9
Song of the Four Seasons, A Austin Dobson 179
Stolen Fruit Leigh Hunt 45
Story of the Gate Harrison Robertson 314
Strawberries Clinton Scollard 290
Street Sketch, A J. Ashby-Sterry 170
Summer Song, A Mortimer Collins 120
Sur l’Herbe Paul Verlaine 201
 
Tea-Gown, The Eugene Field 232
Terrible Infant, A Frederick Locker-Lampson 105
There’s a Time to Be Jolly Charles Godfrey Leland 114
Time I’ve Lost in Wooing, The Thomas Moore 39
Time of Roses, The Thomas Hood 62
Tiresome Spring! Béranger 42
To a Country Cousin Henry S. Leigh 158
To Althea (from Prison) Richard Lovelace 19
To Anne William Maxwell 51
To Celia Ben Jonson 3
To Celia E. H. Lacon Watson 225
To Helen Winthrop Mackworth Praed 64
To Lady Anne Hamilton Hon. William R. Spencer 32
To “Lydia Languish” Austin Dobson 184
To Minnie (With a Hand Glass) Robert Louis Stevenson 241
To Mistress Pyrrha Eugene Field 232
To Mrs. Leigh Upon Her Wedding Day George Canning 33
To My Love Sir John Suckling 18
To Phœbe William Schwenck Gilbert 156
To the Virgins to Make Much of Time Robert Herrick 15
To Violet. With a Bunch of Namesakes Robert Cameron Rogers 306
Toujours Amour Edmund Clarence Stedman 143
Trifle, A Henry Timrod 128
Truth Oliver Herford 299
Two Triolets Harrison Robertson 316
 
Undowered Harriet McEwen Kimball 145
Upon Graciosa, Walking and Talking A. T. Quiller-Couch 311
 
Valentine James Jeffrey Roche 206
Valentine Edith Matilda Thomas 250
Valentine, A Lewis Carroll 137
Valentine, A Laura Elizabeth Richards 251
Vers de Société H. D. Traill 147
Vignette, A Caroline Duer 331
Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures Ernest Dowson 326
 
Way to Arcady, The H. C. Bunner 257
Wedding Day, The Edmund Clarence Stedman 139
What Is London’s Last New Lion? Thomas Haynes Bayly 53
When I Loved You Thomas Moore 40
When I Saw You Last, Rose Austin Dobson 183
When Will Love Come? Pakenham Beatty 266
White, Pillared Neck Richard Watson Gilder 194
Why Don’t the Men Propose? Thomas Haynes Bayly 57
Wintry Paris Anonymous 215
Witch in the Glass, The Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt 156
Witchcraft Edmund Clarence Stedman 142
Word That Makes Us Linger, A Frederick Locker-Lampson 109
Words, Words, Words Margaret Deland 273