With troubled heart and trembling hand I write. The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight. How oft with dissappointment have I met When I on fading things my hopes have set....
Poets attempt the noblest task they can, Praising the Author of all good in man, And, next, commemorating worthies lost, The dead in whom that good abounded most....
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up with pain and care, Nor cost, nor labour did I spare, Till at the last they felt their wing,...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, Appeared the crag of Ailsa, ne'er did morn With gleaming lights more gracefully adorn His sides, or wreathe with mist his forehead high:...
In the heart of June, love, You and I together, On from dawn till noon, love, Laughing with the weather; Blending both our souls, love, In the selfsame tune, Drinking all life holds, love,...
Iry an' Billy an' Jo! - Iry an' Billy's the boys, An' Jo's their dog, you know, - Their pictures took all in a row. Bet they kin kick up a noise - Iry and Billy, the boys,...
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed to laugh loud at his jokes, Laughed to beat the band; but I Couldn't rightly make out why....
Clarence, the pipe stem would grow hot with rage, then become agitated over his apparent inability to stop smoking. You see, he was a misfit in more ways than one. He didn't snap firmly in place when ordered, and more important...
Jack's dead an' buried; it seems odd, A deep hole covered up with sod Lyin' out there on the hill, An' Jack, as never could keep still, A sleepin' in it. Jack could race, And do it at a good old pace,...
Little boys, sit still-- Girls, too, if you will-- And let me tell you of Jack and Jill; For I think another Such sister and brother Were never the children of one mother!