I came your way in the years gone by, In the summers that now are old, And then there was light in your beaming eye, And love was living and hopes were high At the Sign of the Heart of Gold. ...
His lamp, his bow, and quiver laid aside, A rustic wallet o'er his shoulders tied, Sly Cupid, always on new mischief bent, To the rich field and furrow'd tillage went;...
At dead of night, when stars appear, And strong Bootes turns the Bear, When mortals sleep their cares away, Fatigued with labours of the day, Cupid was knocking at my gate;...
For every Guest who comes with him to sup, The Host compounds a strangely mingled cup;-- Red Wine of Life and Dregs of Bitterness, And, will-he, nil-he, each must drink it up.
A sneaking cur caused much disaster By pandering scandal for his master. The hound was beaten, mastiff chidden, Puss in disgrace, and pug forbidden. Each of his dearest chum grew shy....
England's sun ban slowly setting on big hilltops far avay; Dis bar sun ban tired of standing, so it lak to set, yu say; And yust ven dis sun ban setting, it shine hard on Yosephine;...
The lad of mediocre spirit Blurs not with modesty his merit. On all exerting wit and tongue, His rattling jokes, at random flung, Bespatter widely friend and foe. Too late the forward boy will know...
Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet; All de pickaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat, Gittin' to de winder, stickin' dah lak flies, Evah one ermong us des all nose an' eyes. ...
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine, - But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream. ...
One of the cows was Belladonna, another Nightshade still a third, Witch's Butter - the farmer in question responded with an eel in tow that resembled a hoe & a Raggedy-Ann calf...
Villain shows his indiscretion, Villain's partner makes confession. Juvenile, with golden tresses, Finds her pa and dons long dresses. Scapegrace comes home money-laden, Hero comforts tearful maiden,...
All valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave....
Foiled on the field with his dead boys around him, All waiting for Earth to recover her own, Fortune hath missed him, but Glory hath found him, While fighting a thousand fierce foemen alone. ...