The sage Levantines have a tale About a rat that weary grew Of all the cares which life assail, And to a Holland cheese withdrew. His solitude was there profound, Extending through his world so round....
The ancients had a legend which told of a certain rat who, weary of the anxieties of this world, retired to a cheese, therein to live in peace. Profound solitude reigned around the hermit. He worked so hard with his feet and hi...
Mr. Raven was perched upon a limb, And Reynard the Fox looked up at him; For the Raven held in his great big beak A morsel the Fox would go far to seek.
There are faeries, bright of eye, Who the wildflowers' warders are: Ouphes, that chase the firefly; Elves, that ride the shooting-star: Fays, who in a cobweb lie,...
Elfins of the Autumn night, Gather! gather! work's to do: Th re's the toadstool, plump and white, To be lifted into view: And the ghost-flower, like a light, To be dight,...
There came three merry men from south, west, and north, Ever more sing the roundelay; To win the Widow of Wycombe forth, And where was the widow might say them nay? ...
Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age Hath now escaped his memory but the hour, One of a golden summer holiday,...
There falls with every wedding chime A feather from the wing of Time. You pick it up, and say 'How fair To look upon its colors are!' Another drops day after day Unheeded; not one word you say....
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall, Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall: 'Tis his who walks about in the open air,...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And there's nothing to disturb you but the engines going round,...
They have met, they have met! now their pinions unfurl In that city whose pavement is gold, Whose every gate is of one liquid pearl, And her beauty and glory untold; ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath. ...
Venus one day, as story goes, But for what reason no man knows, In sullen mood and grave deport, Trudged it away to Jove's high court; And there his Godship did entreat To look out for his best receipt:...
Is this the way to greet thy loving spouse, But now returned from scenes of blood and strife? I pray thee raise thy veil and let me gaze Upon that beauty which hath greater power...
The Lady sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, And with jocund din among them all, Her son pursued his infant play. A fancied moss-trooper, the boy...