Down on your luck or, as they say, "financially embarrassed" ... with little in the way of hope, less palaver - drifting in & out of theme parks not unlike El Paso, Prairie Junction...
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came From nearest kindred, Vernon her new name; She came, though meek of soul, in seemly pride Of happiness and hope, a youthful Bride....
She breath'd deep, And stepped from out life's stream Upon the shore of sleep; And parted from the earthly noise, Leaving her world of toys, To dwell a little in a dell of dream. ...
Oft have I stood within the carven door Of some cathedral at the close of the day, And seen its softened splendors fade away From lucent pane and tessellated floor, As if a parting guest who comes no more,...
By Allan stream I chanced to rove While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering through the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready; I listened to a lover's sang,...
Now overhead, Where the rivulet loiters and stops, The bittersweet hangs from the tops Of the alders and cherries Its bunches of beautiful berries, Orange and red.
"By-and-by," the maiden sighed - "by-and-by He will claim me for his bride, Hope is strong and time is fleet; Youth is fair, and love is sweet, Clouds will pass that fleck my sky....
"By-and-bye," the maiden sighed - "by-and-bye He will claim me for his bride, Hope is strong and time is fleet; Youth is fair, and love is sweet, Clouds will pass that fleck my sky,...
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, 'Am I your debtor?' And the Lord''Not yet; but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.'
First the teacher called the roll, Clos't to the beginnin', "Addeliney Bowersox!" Set the school a-grinnin'. Wintertime, and stingin'-cold When the session took up - Cold as we all looked at her,...
From early youth I ploughed the restless Main, My mind as restless and as apt to change; Through every clime and ocean did I range, In hope at length a competence to gain;...
By red-ripe mouth and brown, luxurious eyes Of her I love, by all your sweetness shed In far, fair days, on one whose memory flies To faithless lights, and gracious speech gainsaid,...
By broad Potomac's shore--again, old tongue! (Still uttering--still ejaculating--canst never cease this babble?) Again, old heart so gay--again to you, your sense, the full flush spring returning;...
'They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They have bridled a hundred black.' Old Ballad. 'He turned in his saddle, now follow who dare. I ride for my country, quoth * *.' - Lawrence.
Why go the east road now? . . . That way a youth went on a morrow After mirth, and he brought back sorrow Painted upon his brow Why go the east road now?
By her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep - not very long ago, - And yet the grass was here and not the snow - The leaf, the bud, the blossom, and - her face! -...