Wild years that are to be The sad completion of my weary life, In ghostly mantles of despairing strife Your phanton dimness darkly shadows me! Gaunt demons dancing from your horrid halls...
Year that trembled and reel'd beneath me! Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;...
I have a horse, a ryghte good horse, Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn headye course Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They lyghte wyth unexpected force Yt ys, a horse of clothes. ...
They got me into the Sunday-school In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus. I could have been no worse off If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius....
A ship, a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And it was deeply laden With pretty things for me; There were raisins in the cabin, And almonds in the hold;...
It was the frog lived in the well, Heigh-ho! says Rowley; And the merry mouse under the mill, With a Rowley, Powley, Gammon, and Spinach, Heigh-ho! says Anthony Rowley.
1. A jolly fat frog lived in the river swim, O! A comely black crow lived on the river brim, O! "Come on shore, come on shore," Said the crow to the frog, and then, O!...
There was a jolly miller once Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be,...
Coomb-Firtrees say that Life is a moan, And Clyffe-hill Clump says "Yea!" But Yell'ham says a thing of its own: It's not "Gray, gray Is Life alway!" That Yell'ham says,...
Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants To play with, Our wee, gold-dusty flower, the yellow clover,...
With that lime green hairnet commonly used by butterfly dispatchers - something your aunt might have commandeered to put her hair up donkey's years ago, I unjarred the bottle of air &...
The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long, a winter wild with war and woe and wrong...
Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze, Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe!...
Vy yu mak my heart to yump, Yennie dear? Ay ban yust a fulish chump, Yennie dear. Yu ban sveet lak summer rose, Lak a qveen from head to toes. Ay ant fit for you, ay s'pose, Yennie dear. ...
Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece Erected altars; ye who to the mind More lofty views unfold, and prompt the heart With more divine emotions; if erewhile...
When the chilling winds of Winter come a-knocking at the door, And the fleecy flakes are flying and the earth is covered o'er, And you've supped on sweet potatoes and a 'possum frosted ripe,...