'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, For the bullocks are walking two by two, The byles are walking two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Ho! Yuss!...
So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three; And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid Oh that was at the birth of time! But what befall 'twixt man and maid,, Oh that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 'Twas, 'Sweet, I must not bide with you,'...
The sun set, but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time....
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild; And Innocence hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes; And feats of cunning; and the pretty round Of trespasses, affected to provoke...
He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair As hath the seeded thistle when in parle It holds the Zephyr, ere it sendeth fair...
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought...
She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers. I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of her deep-lustrous eye, and knew that hers...
On they ride on they ride Only three hundred, Ride the brave Body-Guard, From the "Prairie Scouts" sundered: Two thousand riflemen, Ambushed on either side, The signal of slaughter bide:...
Our columns are broken, defeated, and fled; We are gathered, a few from the flying and dead, Where the green flag is up and our wounded remain Imploring for water and groaning in pain....
At five o'clock they ring a tinkly bell; The April dawn glimmers along the beds, There is a lifting up of weary heads From weary pillows. Our old citadel Hath still held out, and while the miracle...
Unarmed she goeth; yet her hands Strike deeper awe than steel-caparison'd bands. No fatal hurt of foe she fears, - Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears.
Frail are the best of us, brothers God's charity cover us all Yet we ask for perfection in others, And scoff when they stumble and fall. Shall we give him a fish or a serpent...
Did sweeter Sounds adorn my flowing Tongue, Than ever Man pronounc'd, or Angel sung: Had I all Knowledge, Human and Divine, That Thought can reach, or Science can define;...
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or his pinafore: In eating Bread he made no Crumbs, He was extremely fond of sums, ...