I held my way through Defton Wood, And on to Wandor Hall; The dancing leaf let down the light, In hovering spots to fall. "O young, young leaves, you match me well," My heart was merry, and sung -...
Desire we past illusions to recall? To reinstate wild Fancy, would we hide Truths whose thick veil Science has drawn aside? No, let this Age, high as she may, install...
Despond who will, 'I' heard a voice exclaim, "Though fierce the assault, and shattered the defense, It cannot be that Britain's social frame, The glorious work of time and providence,...
De way t'ings come, hit seems to me, Is des' one monst'ous mystery; De way hit seem to strike a man, Dey ain't no sense, dey ain't no plan; Ef trouble sta'ts a pilin' down,...
Dick, as a little lad, was told That the London streets were paved with gold. He never, in all his life, had seen A place more grand than the village green;...
His wet, white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well. ...
Vot de yankee chap sung. DAT pooty liddle vidow Vot ve dosh'nt vish to name, Ish still leben on dat liddle shtreet, A doin' shoost de same. De glerks aroundt de gorners...
Just do your best, And leave the rest To Him who gave you Life,-- And Zeal for Labour,-- And the Joy of Strife,-- And Zest of Love,-- And all that lifts your soul above The lower things....
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just deceased left him a fortune. He married me when drunk. My life was wretched....
Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find? Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? Are these your influences, Powers above?...
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A score of stout fellows who think it no sin If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,...
Thus spoke great Bedel[1] from his tomb: "Mortal, I would not change my doom, To live in such a restless state, To be unfortunately great; To flatter fools, and spurn at knaves,...