Not a kiss in life; but one kiss, at life’s end, I have set on the face of Death in trust for thee. Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, 0 friend! At the gate of Silence g…
Henry Cuyler Bunner (3 August 1855 – 11 May 1896) was an American novelist and poet born in Oswego, New York. He was educated in New York City. From being a clerk in an importing house, he turned to journalism, and after some work as a reporter, and on the staff of The Arcadian (1873), he became in 1877 assistant editor of the comic weekly Puck. He soon assumed the editorship, which he held until his death in Nutley, New Jersey. He developed Puck from a new struggling periodical into a powerful social and political organ. In 1886 he published a novel, The Midge, followed in 1887 by The Story of a New York House. But his best efforts in fiction were his short stories and sketches Short Sixes (1891), More Short Sixes (1894), Made in France (1893), Zadoc Pine and Other Stories (1891), Love in Old Cloathes and Other Stories (1896), and Jersey Street and Jersey Lane (1896). His verses Airs from A ready and Elsewhere (884), containing the well-known poem, The Way to Arcady; Rowen (1892); and Poems (1896), edited by his friend Brander Matthews, displaying a light play of imagination and a delicate workmanship. He also wrote clever vers de société and parodies. One of his several plays (usually written in collaboration), was The Tower of Babel (1883). His short story "Zenobia's Infidelity" was made into a feature film called Zenobia starring Harry Langdon and Oliver Hardy by the Hal Roach Studio in 1939.)
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Tell me what within her eyes Makes the forgotten Spring arise, And all the day, if kind she looks, Flow to a tune like tinkling brooks;…
A pitcher of mignonette In a tenement's highest casement,— Queer sort of flower-pot—yet That pitcher of mignonette…
I would that all men my hard case would know, How grievously I suffer for no sin: I, Adolphe Culpepper Ferguson, for lo! I of my landlady am lockèd in…
October--A Wood 'I know what you are going to say,' she said,…
As to a bird’s song she were listening, Her beautiful head is ever sidewise bent; Her questioning eyes lift up their depths intent— She, who will never hear the wild-birds sing.…
Although a curtain of the salt sea-mist May fall between the actor and our eyes — Although he change, for dear and softer skies, These that the Spring has yet but coyly kist —…
She might have known it in the earlier Spring,- That all my heart with vague desire was stirred; And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing, I told her; but she smiled and said no wo…
When he is old and past all singing, Grant, kindly Time, that he may hear The rhythm through joyous Nature ringing, Uncaught by any duller ear.…
They sent him round the circle fair, To bow before the prettiest there. I’m bound to say the choice he made A creditable taste displayed;…
IN the heyday of my years, when I thought the world was young, And believed that I was old—at the very gates of Life— It seemed in every song the birds of heaven sung That I heard…
Smile on, thou new-come Spring—if on thy breeze The breath of a great man go wavering up And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.…
I would not have you so kindly, Thus early in friendship’s year— A little too gently, blindly, You let me near.…
NEW YORK, July 20, 1883. DEAR GIRL: The town goes on as though It thought you still were in it;…
Oh, for You that I never knew ! — Now that the Spring is swelling, And over the way is a whitening may, In the yard of my neighbor’s dwelling.…
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