'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel, Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat; Old joys reviv'd once more I feel, 'Tis Fair-day; - ay, and more than that.
Riding down from Bangor, on an eastbound train After weeks of hunting, in the woods of Maine Quite extensive whiskers, beard, mustache as well Sat a student fellow, tall and slim and swell ...
There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day! Storm of battle and thunder of war! Well if it do not roll our way. Storm, Storm, Riflemen form!...
"Where 'ave you been this week or more, 'Aven't seen you about the war'? Thought perhaps you was at the rear Guarding the waggons." "What, us? No fear! Where have we been? Why, bless my heart,...
Leave the early bells at chime, Leave the kindled hearth to blaze, Leave the trellised panes where children linger out the waking-time, Leave the forms of sons and fathers trudging through the misty ways,...
Robert F. Gourley was a graduate of St. Andrew's University, Scotland. He was the first to agitate for popular rights in Canada. He was banished from the country and while crossing the Niagara River he asked for a brush to wipe...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catches and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself...
How profitless the relics that we cull, Troubling the last holds of ambitious Rome, Unless they chasten fancies that presume Too high, or idle agitations lull! Of the world's flatteries if the brain be full,...
Brother and friend I found thee in the hour Of need and day of trouble, strong and true. - In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue Shewed bright where joy had built his thoughtless bower,...
For our Love's sake I bid thee stay, Sweet, ere the hours flee away, Beneath the old acacia tree That waves its blossoms quiveringly, And think awhile of early May: ...
I will forget those days of mingled bliss And dear delicious pain, - will cast from me All dreams of what I know can never be, Even the remembrance of that parting kiss....
I had the strangest dream last night: I dreamed the poppies, red and white, That over-run the flower-bed, Changed to wee women, white and red, Who, jeweled with the twinkling wet,...
If men are never their thoughts to employ, Take care to provide them a life full of joy; But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them, Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
Well, the country's a pleasant place, sure enough, for people that's country born, And useful, no doubt, in a natural way, for growing our grass and our corn....
Here's a few flowers! but about midnight more: The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night Are strewings fitt'st for graves, You were as flowers now withered; even so...
On Sunday mornings, freed from hard employ, How oft I mark the mischievous young boy With anxious haste his pole and lines provide, For make-shifts oft crook'd pins to thread were tied;...
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air, Secrets are being told; and if the trees Speak out - let them make uproar loud as drums - 'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper'd....