Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm. Besides, I can tell where I am used well; The poor parsons with wind like a blown bladder swell. ...
Somebody's baby was buried to-day - The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back, And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,...
There was a little woman, as I've heard say, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol; She went to market, her eggs for to sell, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol. She went to market all on a market day,...
Clear River twists nine times about Clear River; but so deep That none can see the green sand. You hear the birds about Clear River: Dik, dik, dik, dik, Diu dik.
I'll say and maybe dream I have drawn content' Seeing that time has frozen up the blood, The wick of youth being burned and the oil spent' From beauty that is cast out of a mould...
Next week will be published (as "Lives" are the rage) The whole Reminiscences, wondrous and strange, Of a small puppy-dog that lived once in the cage Of the late noble Lion at Exeter 'Change. ...
They pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass before my sight, And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes. ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth hath passed, And now the mould is heaped above The dearest and the last! Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil...
Not in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green,...
They march ahead, those brilliant Eyes in you A master Angel doubtless magnetized; They march, those holy twins, my brothers too, Raising a gem-like flame within my eyes. ...
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion From Melbourne to the Billabong, they're known in every region. They do not like the cockatoos, but mostly stick to stations,...
Lobsters haven't any feet, But they have lots of claws; Yet lobster meat is good to eat, And this is strange, because-- A dog is never good to eat, And yet a dog has paws,...
The wise, sometimes, as lobsters do, To gain their ends back foremost go. It is the rower's art; and those Commanders who mislead their foes, Do often seem to aim their sight...
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle Paul. I've ranted fifty yeer, coom first o' May, An' niver changed my gospil through 'em all. ...
It is in sooth a lovely tress, Still curled in many a ring, As glossy as the plumes that dress The raven's jetty wing. And the broad and soul-illumined brow, Above whose arch it grew,...