"Yes, I'm here, I suppose you're delighted: You'd heard I was not coming down! Why I've been here a week! 'rather early' I know, but it's horrid in town
Old coat, for some three or four seasons We've been jolly comrades, but now We part, old companion, forever; To fate, and the fashion, I bow. You'd look well enough at a dinner,...
What has become of the children all? How have the darlings vanished? Fashion's pied piper, with magical air, Has wooed them away, with their flaxen hair And laughing eyes, we don't know where,...
Shining patent-leather, Tie of spotless white; Through the muddy weather Rushing 'round till night. Gutters all o'erflowing, Like Niagara Falls; Bless me! this is pleasant,...
"Thank you much obliged, old boy, Yes, it's so; report says true. I'm engaged to Nell Latine What else could a fellow do? Governor was getting fierce;...
Ten o'clock! Well, I'm sure I can't help it! I'm up go away from the door! Now, children, I'll speak to your mother If you pound there like that any more.
Summer is over, and the leaves are falling, Gold, fire-enamelled in the glowing sun; The sobbing pinetop, the cicada calling Chime men to vesper-musing, day is done. ...
A canvas-back duck, rarely roasted, between us, A bottle of Chambertin, worthy of praise Less noble a wine at our age would bemean us A salad of celery en mayonnaise,...
The lights blaze high in our brilliant rooms; Fair are the maidens who throng our halls; Soft, through the warm and perfumed air, The languid music swells and falls. The "Seventh" dances and flirts to-night...
"Hey, Johnny McGinnis, where are yez? I've got a place! Arrah, be quick!" Whiz! Boom! "Hooray, there goes a rocket; Hi, Johnny, look out for the shtick!" "Confound it, sir! Those are my feet, sir!"...
I had come from the city early That Saturday afternoon; I sat with Beatrix under the trees In the mossy orchard; the golden bees Buzzed over clover-tops, pink and pearly;...
I'd wandered, for a week or more, Through hills, and dells, and doleful green'ry, Lodging at any carnal door, Sustaining life on pork, and scenery. A weary scribe, I'd just let slip...
You remember the nursery legend We heard in the early days, Ere we knew of the world's deception Or walked in its dusty ways, And dwelt in a land of the fairies Where the air was golden haze ...
The d'butantes are in force to-night, Sweet as their roses, pure as truth; Dreams of beauty in clouds of tulle; Blushing, fair in their guileless youth. Flashing bright glances carelessly...
The evenings are damper and colder; The maples and sumacs are red, The wild Equinoctial is coming, The flowers in the garden are dead. The steamers are all overflowing,...
The Spring has grown to Summer; The sun is fierce and high; The city shrinks, and withers Beneath the burning sky. Ailantus trees are fragrant, And thicker shadows cast,...
"Love your neighbor as yourself," So the parson preaches; That's one-half the Decalogue. So the Prayer-book teaches. Half my duty I can do With but little labor, For with all my heart and soul...