Quotations are cited from the 1st edition (Boston: Copeland & Day, 1894).
Unwilling friend, let not your spite abate; Help me with scorn, and strengthen me with hate.
"To My Enemy", p. 2
Seraphs and saints with one great voice Welcomed that soul that knew not fear. Amazed to find it could rejoice, Hell raised a hoarse, half-human cheer.
"A Ballad of Hell", p. 85
And the difficultest job a man can do, Is to come it brave and meek with thirty bob a week, And feel that that's the proper thing for you.
It's a naked child against a hungry wolf; It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck; It's walking on a string across a gulf With millstones fore-and-aft about your neck; But the thing is daily done by many and many a one. And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck.