How vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked At Florence with Mirandola, or walked Through the cool olives of the Academe:...
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock! Gods of my birthplace, d'mons and heroes, honour to all! Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise...
If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. There's little left, indeed, of the city you will read of, And all the folk I write about have died....
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad, His intentions were good - but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pink And bloom of perfection may turn out bad....
As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook; Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook...
Lo, as a minstrel at the court of Love, The nightingale, who knows his mate is nigh, Thrills into rapture; and the stars above Look down, affrighted, as they would reply....
From home and city spires, one day, The swallow Progne flew away, And sought the bosky dell Where sang poor Philomel.[2] 'My sister,' Progne said, 'how do you do?...
O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you, an' w'y was you be so slow? Don 't I work hard enough on de paddle, an' still you don 't seem to go, No win' at all on de fronte side, an' current she don 't be strong,...
Philosophers are lined with eyes within, And, being so, the sage unmakes the man. In love, he cannot therefore cease his trade; Scarce the first blush has overspread his cheek,...
Zack Bumstead useter flosserfize About the ocean an' the skies; An' gab an' gas f'um morn till noon About the other side the moon; An' 'bout the natur of the place Ten miles beyend the end of space....
A sage awakened by the dawn, By music of the groves was drawn From tree to tree: responsive notes Arose from many warbling throats. As he advanced, the warblers ceased;...
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night, 'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces bright; How one ought to live so pleasant dat ouah tempah never riles,...