Yes; quaint and curious war is!You shoot a fellow downYou'd treat if met where any bar is,Or help to half-a-crown. Time's Laughingstocks (1909)
Let me enjoy the earth no lessBecause the all-enacting MightThat fashioned forth its lovelinessHad other aims than my delight. Time's Laughingstocks (1909)
Here by the baring boughRaking up leaves,Often I ponder howSpringtime deceives,—I, an old woman now,Raking up leaves. Time's Laughingstocks (1909)