I staggered on through darkness, There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could. It was nine o'clock, I was trying to get home. But somehow I was lost,...
Ho! I'm going back to where We were youngsters. - Meet me there, Dear old barefoot chum, and we Will be as we used to be, - Lawless rangers up and down The old creek beyond the town -...
By the grace of God and the courage Of the peoples far and wide, By the toil and sweat of those who lived, And the blood of those who died, We have won the fight, we have saved the Right,...
"Flowers, only flowers - bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our gardens, violets and roses, Lilies white and bluebells laid we on his bed....
A King once said of a Prince struck down, "Taller he seems in death." And this speech holds truth, for now as then 'Tis after death that we measure men, And as mists of the past are rolled away...
Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain and dry To drink my mother's-milk so near the sky.
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our pie-pan, An' pours in somepin' 'at's good and sweet, An' nen she salts it all on top...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places, But never a winner they's struck. They lost their good money on Slogan,...
Out from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, (All straighter, liker Masks rejected - this preferr'd,) This common curtain of the face, contain'd in me for me, in you for you, in each for each,...
One evening a short time since, our attention was attracted by the prolonged ringing of a bell. The given number of strokes had sounded, yet ring, ring, ring. Was it an alarm of fire? No other bell signalled an answer. Was it s...
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon - The land that the Lord's love rests upon; Where one may rely on the friends he meets, And the smiles that greet him along the streets:...
Sing us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend, While the Flesh and the Devil are all the rage And Death seems the only end. Give it the clatter of hoof-clipped bones...
I, who was always counted, they say, Rather a bad stick any way, Splintered all over with dodges and tricks, Known as "the worst of the Deacon's six;" I, the truant, saucy and bold,...
Over the hills and far away, A little boy steals from his morning play And under the blossoming apple-tree He lies and he dreams of the things to be: Of battles fought and of victories won,...