How nice 'twould be if knowledge grew On bushes, as the berries do! Then we could plant our spelling seed, And gather all the words we need. The sums from off our slates we'd wipe,...
I send, O sweetest friend, A kiss; Such as fair ladies gave Of old, when knights were brave, And smiles were won Through foes undone. And this will be For you to give again to me;...
Oh, drop your eyelids down, my lady; Oh, drop your eyelids down. 'Twere well to keep your bright eyes shady For pity of the town! But should there any glances be,...
We keep in step as years roll by; You march behind and I before: - The path is new to you; but I Have passed the ground you're walking o'er. Yet I march on with measured tread,...