Three things make earth unquiet And four she cannot brook The godly Agur counted them And put them in a book, Those Four Tremendous Curses With which mankind is cursed;...
Some of the Wonders Told at the Great in the East of the World by the Voice of Philip the Apostle, that Was Like the Laughter of an Army, and With that No Louder than the Talk of Friend in the Ear of Friend;
A shepherd, with a single dog, Was ask'd the reason why He kept a dog, whose least supply Amounted to a loaf of bread For every day. The people said He'd better give the animal...
ROVER, awake! the grey Cock crows! Come, shake your coat and go with me! High in the East the green Hill glows; And glory crowns our shelt'ring Tree. The Sheep expect us at the fold:...
'What! shall I lose them one by one, This stupid coward throng? And never shall the wolf have done? They were at least a thousand strong, But still they've let poor Robin[2] fall a prey!...
Abune the hill ae muckle star is burnin', Sae saft an' still, my dear, sae far awa, There's ne'er a wind, noo day to nicht is turnin', To lift the brainches o' the whisperin' shaw;...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve, See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give than receive! Keep trust, wherefore we were made, Paying the debt that we owe;...
I made search for you all my life, and when I found you There came a trouble on me, So that it seemed my blood escaped And my life ran back from me And my heart slipped into you....
I saw him in a picture, and I felt I'd like to cry - He stood in line, The man "for mine," A tall silk-hatted "guy" - Right on the call, Silk hat and all, He'd hurried to the cry -...
We're more than partners, Ned 'n' me, Two sections permanently righted. Yiv seen us on the mooch, maybe, Like remnants lovin'ly united. Ned's only got one stump, the left;...
'Not to admire, is all the art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.' (Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)[136]...
My untried muse shall no high tone assume, Nor strut in arms; - farewell my cap and plume: Brief be my verse, a task within my power, I tell my feelings in one happy hour;...
The sun is rising dimly red, The wind is wailing low and dread; From his cliff the eagle sallies, Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys; In the mist the ravens hover, Peep the wild dogs from the cover,...