A metropolitan rat invited His country cousin in town to dine: The country cousin replied, "Delighted." And signed himself, "Sincerely thine." The town rat treated the country cousin To half a dozen...
Between two citizens A controversy grew. The one was poor, but much he knew: The other, rich, with little sense, Claim'd that, in point of excellence, The merely wise should bow the knee...
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice All kinds of vulgar prejudice I pray you set aside: With stern judicial frame of mind, From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! ...
Fate says, and flaunts her stores of gold, "I'll loan you happiness untold. What is it you desire of me?" A perfect hour in which to be In love with life, and glad, and good,...
It was deadly cold in Danbury town One terrible night in mid November, A night that the Danbury folk remember For the sleety wind that hammered them down, That chilled their faces and chapped their skin,...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea, But the song of my heart is for none to hear If one of them waves for me. A roving, roaming life is mine,...
The little dream she had forgot Oh, long and long ago, Came back across the April fields And touched her garment so (As might a wind-blown primrose cling And one scarce guess or know.) ...
He only sees both sides of that dark vail That hangs before men's eyes-- He only. It is well! Hope ever stands unseen Behind the screen, For knowledge would bring Hope to sudden death,...
A bulrush stood on a river's rim, And an oak that grew near by Looked down with cold hauteur on him, And addressed him this way: "Hi!" The rush was a proud patrician, and He retorted, "Don't you know,...
"Fine feathers," Jack thought, "make fine fowls; I'll be envied of bats & of owls:" But the peacocks' proud eyes Saw through his disguise, And Jack fled the assembly of fowls. ...
I Heard the hylas in the bottomlands Piping a reed-note in the praise of Spring: The South-wind brought the music on its wing, As 't were a hundred strands...
A lion camped beside a spring, where came the Bird Of Jove to drink: When, haply, sought two kings, without their courtier herd, The moistened brink,...
The valiant girls - of them I sing - Who daily to their business go, Happy as larks, and fresh as spring; They are the bravest things I know. At eight, from out my lazy tower,...