There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I'm fellow to the trees. My golden youth I'm squandering, Sun-libertine am I;...
Suthin' to put in a story! I couldn't think of a thing, 'N' it's nigh unto thirty year now Since fust I went in the ring. "The life excitin'?" Thunder! "Variety," did you say?...
I caught, for a second, across the crowd - Just for a second, and barely that - A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed, Hid in the shade of a slouch-rim'd hat - With small gray eyes, of a look as keen...
Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals; Your dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is;...
Long since I came into the school of Art, A child in works, but not a child in heart. Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild, To be in works a man, in heart a child.
To him, who, many a night upon the main, At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side, Shivering, has listened to the rocking tide, Oh, how delightful smile thy views again,...
'Tis morning, and the meadows yet, Are wet with gracious drops of dew. Each blade of grass, and flow'r, is set With sparkling gems of richest hue. The sun, with rising glory, sheds...
Scarce had the solemn Sabbath-bell Ceased quivering in the steeple, Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people, When down the summer-shaded street A wasted female figure,...
"If it be the undergraduate season at which this rabies religiosa is to be so fearful, what security has Mr. Goulburn against it at this moment, when his son is actually exposed to the full venom of an association with Dissente...
"Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha'rt short o' brass? Or are ta poorly, lad? Has sombdy been findin fault, Wi' owt tha's sed or done?...
"Who's afraid of a cat?" said he; "I'm not afraid of a cat." He was a bird who sat on a rail, With five other birds, and this was his tale. "I'm not afraid of a cat." ...
Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonce! Aw'll gie yo a tip, - one o'th' best, Whear ther's profit an safety for once. Yo needn't be feeard th' bank 'll brust,...
There's some is born with their straight legs by natur - And some is born with bow-legs from the first - And some that should have grow'd a good deal straighter, But they were badly nurs'd,...
Oh for the breath of the briny deep, And the tug of the bellying sail, With the sea-gull's cry across the sky And a passing boatman's hail. For, be she fierce or be she gay,...
Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly, Methinks child you seem something round in the belly. Nell answer'd him snappishly, how can that be, When my husband has been more than two years at sea?...
They whisper at my very gate, These clacking gossips every one, "We saw them in the wood of late, Her and the widow's son; The horses at the forge may wait, The wool may go unspun." ...