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....
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,...
"Thank you much obliged, old boy, Yes, it's so; report says true. I'm engaged to Nell Latine What else could a fellow do? Governor was getting fierce;...
A canvas-back duck, rarely roasted, between us, A bottle of Chambertin, worthy of praise Less noble a wine at our age would bemean us A salad of celery en mayonnaise,...
I had come from the city early That Saturday afternoon; I sat with Beatrix under the trees In the mossy orchard; the golden bees Buzzed over clover-tops, pink and pearly;...
You remember the nursery legend We heard in the early days, Ere we knew of the world's deception Or walked in its dusty ways, And dwelt in a land of the fairies Where the air was golden haze ...
The evenings are damper and colder; The maples and sumacs are red, The wild Equinoctial is coming, The flowers in the garden are dead. The steamers are all overflowing,...
The Spring has grown to Summer; The sun is fierce and high; The city shrinks, and withers Beneath the burning sky. Ailantus trees are fragrant, And thicker shadows cast,...