'Tis strange what different thoughts inspire In men, Possession and Desire! Think what they wish so great a blessing; So disappointed when possessing! A moralist profoundly sage...
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...
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu, W'en ev'ry wan he's go couch', an' dog was quiet, too, Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,...
'Let a man write never so well, there are now-a-days a sort of persons they call critics, that, egad, have no more wit in them than so many hobby-horses: but they'll laugh at you, Sir, and find fault, and censure things, that, ...
Look here, Jack: You don't act natural. You have lost your laugh. You haven't told me any stories. You Just lie there half asleep. What's on your mind?
(As earnestly as any I crave the victory of Right over this madness of Insensate Might against which we are contending. As certainly as any I would, if that were conceivably possible, have adequate punishment meted out to th...
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue, Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight? Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate! Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate, Amo -as -avi -atum -are -ans,...
Donn Piatt - of Mac-o-chee, - Not the one of History, Who, with flaming tongue and pen, Scathes the vanities of men; Not the one whose biting wit Cuts pretense and etches it...