Torpor, ebes sensus, scola parua labor minimusque Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam: Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar....
This was the way of it, don't you know, Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, high or low, Could find him, catch a weasel asleep! Till Trooper Scott, from the Stockman's Ford,...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began, And a notice indicated there were vacancies for boarders...
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air; Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see...
Among the haughtiest of her sex, in noble, quiet pride, Cornelia stood, with mien that seemed their folly vain to chide: No jewels sparkled on her brow, so high, so purely fair,...
The following lines were read at the festival after the stone had been laid by Grand Master Col. Moffat, of a church on the Culloden road, with Masonic honors.
I met Bear at the 5 n' dime sipping a Cream Soda he was voluble & needed to talk... "I got a shit-load on my mind," mumbling something about some run-in with a Mountie - tampering...
The Eastern day was well-nigh o'er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson's flanking corps Across the Desert were tramping. They had wandered off from the beaten track...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune, Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal Money could buy or batman steal. Five hungry lads welcomed the fish...
Yea, it is best, dear friends, who have so oft Fed full my ears with praises sweet and soft, Sweeter and softer than my song should win, Too sweet and soft - I must not listen more,...
Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face; But think what power thou hast got Upon my flock and me;...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved in peace and brave in fight, The Swabian land gives birth.
While the Poor gather round, till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom, unfolding at the appointed day; Flower than the loveliest of the vernal prime...
Half-awake I walked A dimly-seen sweet hawthorn lane Until sleep came; I lingered at a gate and talked A little with a lonely lamb. He told me of the great still night, Of calm starlight,...
And hath he not whereof he needs must sing? And hath he not whereof he well may boast? - He from whose kin so many a one did spring To shape the mighty rocks that guard the coast...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said, Is not so much a story as a fact. It is about a certain willful boy - An aggrieved, unappreciated boy, Grown to dislike his own home very much,...