Come! Why, halloa, that you, Jack? How's the world been using you? Want your pipe? it's in the jar Think I might be looking blue. Maud's been breaking off with me, Fact see here I've got the ring....
Vine leaves rustled, moonbeams shone, Summer breezes softly sighed; You and I were all alone In a kingdom fair and wide You, a Queen, in all your pride, I, a vassal, by your side. ...
"Come right in. How are you, Fred? Find a chair, and get a light." "Well, old man, recovered yet From the Mather's jam last night?" "Didn't dance. The German's old."...
So you're going to give up flirtation, my dear, And lead a life sober and quiet? There, there, I don't doubt the intention's sincere. But wait till occasion shall try it. Is Ramsay engaged?...
You call me trifler, fain'ant, And bid me give my life an aim! You're most unjust, dear. Hear me out, And own your hastiness to blame. I live with but a single thought; My inmost heart and soul are set...
Suthin' to put in a story! I couldn't think of a thing, 'N' it's nigh unto thirty year now Since fust I went in the ring. "The life excitin'?" Thunder! "Variety," did you say?...
I shouldn't like to say, I'm sure, I shouldn't like to say, Why I think of you more, and more, and more As day flits after day. Nor why I see in the Summer skies Only the beauty of your sweet eyes,...
Oh, just burning up some old papers, They do make a good deal of smoke: That's right, Dolly, open the window; They'll blaze if you give them a poke....
Through the windows on the park Float the waltzes, weirdly sweet; In the light, and in the dark, Rings the chime of dancing feet. Mid the branches, all a-row, Fiery jewels gleam and glow;...
Oh, Lowbury pastor is fair and young, By far too good for a single life, And many a maiden, saith gossip's tongue, Would fain be Lowbury pastor's wife: So his book-marks are 'broidered in crimson and gold,...
The squadrons of the sun still hold The western hills, their armor glances, Their crimson banners wide unfold, Low-levelled lie their golden lances. The shadows lurk along the shore,...
Too early, of course! How provoking! I told Ma just how it would be. I might as well have on a wrapper, For there isn't a soul here to see. There! Sue Delaplaine's pew is empty,...
"Sign the petition!" "Write my name!" "She said, ask me!" oh, she's fooling; Where do you think a girl like me Could find the time for so much schooling? Why, I've been here since I was eight or so...
"Harry, where have you been all morning?" "Down at the pool in the meadow-brook." "Fishing?" "Yes, but the trout were wary, Couldn't induce them to take a hook."...
We were driving home from the "Patriarchs'" Molly Lef'vre and I, you know; The white flakes fluttered about our lamps; Our wheels were hushed in the sleeping snow.
A tomb where legal ghouls grow fat; Where buried papers, fold on fold, Crumble to dust, that 'thwart the sun Floats dim, a pallid ghost of gold. The day is dying. All about,...
Shine! All right; here y'are, boss! Do it for jest five cents. Get 'em fixed in a minute, That is, 'f nothing perwents. Set your foot right there, sir. Mornin's kinder cold,...