Said Sue to her suitor: "You'll get a new suit, or I'll sue for a suitor to suit." "Why Sue," said her suitor Who tried hard to suit her, "Your suitor is suited to suit."
Hold it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?) Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye--no more a sonorous voice or springy step;...
Friend, when the year is on the wing, 'Tis held a fair and comely thing To turn reflective glances Over the days' forbidden Scroll, See if we're better on the whole,...
In the dim chamber whence but yesterday Passed my beloved, filled with awe I stand; And haunting Loves fluttering on every hand Whisper her praises who is far away....
Whear is thi Daddy, doy? Whear is thi mam? What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb? Dry up thi peepies, pet, wipe thi wet face; Tears o' thy little cheeks seem aght o' place....
Ah! did you ever hear the Spring Calling you through the snow, Or hear the little blackbird sing Inside its egg - or go To that green land where grass begins, Each tiny seed, to grow? ...
Like many another I have crossed Oftener than once the broad Atlantic, And - feeling qualms when tempest-tossed, Have shuddered at the waves gigantic, Fearing that really nevermore...
The warrior knows how fitful is the fight, - How sad to live, - how sweet perchance to die. Is Fame his joy? He meets her on the height, And when he falls he shouts his battle-cry;...
Let not a tear be shed! Of grief give not a token, Although the silver thread And golden bowl be broken! A warrior lived--a Christian died! Sorrow's forgotten in our pride! ...
He just had reached the time of life, When cares are felt by men, But when they're strong to bear them well, - A score of years and ten. "Heigh ho!" says he, "and this is life,...
Hear me now, my hobby-horse, my steed of prancing paces! Time is it that you and I won something more than races. I have got a fine cocked hat, with feathers proudly waving;...
Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast Bleeds with the thought we are apart, Whose tears fall vainly and unblest, Whose all--a crushed--a broken heart!
Proudly the youth, by manhood sudden crowned, Went walking by his horses to the plough, For the first time that morn. No soldier gay Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt...
Turn from Kerry crossroads and leave the wooded dells, Take the mountain path and find where Tip O'Leary dwells; Tip O'Leary is the name, I sing it all day long,...
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I've seen it done before I can't pretend to tell the way it's done....