A maiden from the Bosphorus, With eyes as bright as phosphorus, Once wed the wealthy bailiff Of the caliph Of Kelat. Though diligent and zealous, he Became a slave to jealousy....
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more, But a nation was born when the immigrants said "Good-bye!" as they stepped ashore! In their loneliness they were parted thus...
Nay, move not! Sit just as you are, Under the carved wings of the chair. The hearth-glow sifting through your hair Turns every dim pearl to a star Dawn-drowned in floods of brightening air. ...
In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea, The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty and three; Where beauty, with shining attire,...
His name was Aladdin. The clothes he was clad in Proclaimed him an Arab at sight, And he had for a chum An uncommonly rum Old afreet, six cubits in height. This person infernal,...
Why this flower is now call'd so, List, sweet maids, and you shall know. Understand, this firstling was Once a brisk and bonnie lass, Kept as close as Dana' was: Who a sprightly springall lov'd,...
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And steward falls into the soup-tureen, And trunks begin to slide;...
The roses all were pink and red, Before the Bumble Bee, A lover bold, with cloak of gold, Came singing merrily Along the sunlit ways that led From woodland, and from lea. ...
The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall Hardened to ice on its rocky wall, As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn, Three women passed, at the cart-tail drawn! ...
When you slice a Georgy melon you mus' know what you is at An' look out how de knife is gwine in. Put one-half on dis side er you, de yuther half on dat, En' den you gits betwixt 'em, en begin! Oh, melons!...
'Mong our neighbors, the French, in the good olden time When Nobility flourisht, great Barons and Dukes Often set up for authors in prose and in rhyme,...
'Aye, squire,' said Stevens, 'they back him at evens; The race is all over, bar shouting, they say; The Clown ought to beat her; Dick Neville is sweeter Than ever, he swears he can win all the way. ...
'Twas a drowsy night on Tompkins Hill: The very leaves of the trees lay still; The world was slumbering, ocean deep; And even the stars seemed half asleep,...
We sat in the jury-box, twelve were we all, And the clock was just pointing to ten in the hall, His Lordship he bowed to the jury, and we Bowed back to his Lordship as gravely as he. ...
I. The great procession came up the street, With clatter of hoofs and tramp of feet; There was General Jones to guide the van, And Corporal Jinks, his right-hand man; And each was riding his high horse,...
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?...
The world had chafed his spirit proud By its wearing, crushing strife, The censure of the thoughtless crowd Had touched a blameless life; Like the dove of old, from the water's foam,...