We two are last in hell; what may we fear To be tormented or kept pris'ners here Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst, We'll wish in hell we had been last and first.
How many saucy beaux we meet 'Twixt Westminster and Aldgate-street! Rascals - the mushrooms of a day, Who sprung and shared the South Sea prey, Nor in their zenith condescend...
My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindereth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous shells That hold the flesh of cold sea-mells About my soul....
Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you, Will-o'-the-wisp, with a flicker of Puck in you, Wild as a bull-pup and all of his pluck in you,-- Let a man tread on your coat and he'll see!--...
Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung, [1] With glowing heart and ardent eye, With song and rhyme upon my tongue, And fairy visions dancing by, The mid-day sun in all his pow'r...
"I was walking by the river," Barrett said, "When she arrived. I took her hand, no kiss, A silence for some minutes as we walked. Then we began to take up point by point, For she was concentrated on the hope...
The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp Set fire to the house They were trying Dr. Duval For the murder of Zora Clemens, And I sat in the court two weeks Listening to every witness....
Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head, Where only two have stroked before, And both of them are dead. 'Ah, poo-ah Daddy mine,' she says, With wondrous sympathy,...
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. ...
There is a long thin line of fading gold In the far West, and the transfigured leaves On some slight, topmost bough that sways and heaves Hang limp and tremulous. Nor warm, nor cold...
Francois Hippolite Barthelemon, first-fiddler at Vauxhall Gardens, composed what was probably the most popular morning hymn-tune ever written. It was formerly sung, full-voiced, every Sunday in most...
"What means this throng?" a blind man said, Whilst begging by the highway side; Begging and blind, and lacking bread, His ears discern the living tide. "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by,"...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy petulant face,...
From her home beyond the river in the parting of the hills, Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in the breeze, And the tender creepers twined about the chimneys and the sills,...
Sing, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts Whose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streams Catch mighty life and voice from thee, and make...
O I'm very very tire Marie, I wonder if I'm able hol' a gun An' me dat 's alway risin' wit' de sun An' travel on de water, an' paddle ma canoe An' trap de mink an' beaver de fall an' winter t'roo,...
He's alway ketchin' dor', an'he 's alway ketchin' trout On de place w'ere no wan else can ketch at all He 's alway ketchin' barbotte, dat 's w'at you call bull-pout, An' he never miss de wil' duck on de fall....