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! ...
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to ride through the besieging Indian and Tory lines to Lexington, Ky., for aid. It happe...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;...
Though Philip the Second Of France was reckoned No coward, his breath came short When they told him a dragon As big as a wagon Was waiting below in the court!...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is not worth the notice of a sneer, To rouse the vapid devil of her hate?...
"Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother, Sweet Mary," says I; "Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary, Beginning to cry: "For my mother says men are decaivers, And never, I know, will consent;...
Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns. The dying soldier shifts his head To watch the glory that returns: He lifts his fingers toward the skies...
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!...
Whene'er you're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew, 'Twixt two lines of conduct which course to pursue, Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise. ...
A brow austere, a circumspective eye. A frequent shrug of the os humeri; A nod significant, a stately gait, A blustering manner, and a tone of weight, A smile sarcastic, an expressive stare:...
'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,...