One moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and strait You climbed a year ago with me. Love came upon us suddenly And loosed an idle hour to kill...
Three things make earth unquiet And four she cannot brook The godly Agur counted them And put them in a book, Those Four Tremendous Curses With which mankind is cursed;...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, And regally they spat and smoked, And fearsomely they lied. ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy? If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?...
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside; When the ship'goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide;...
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between, thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars...
The doors were wide, the story saith, Out of the night came the patient wraith. He might not speak, and he could not stir A hair of the Baron's minniver. Speechless and strengthless, a shadow thin,...
'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, For the bullocks are walking two by two, The byles are walking two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Ho! Yuss!...
So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three; And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid Oh that was at the birth of time! But what befall 'twixt man and maid,, Oh that's beyond the grip of rhyme. 'Twas, 'Sweet, I must not bide with you,'...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra, man, Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because the city gave him of her gold, Because the caravans brought turquoises,...
For all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate! Our world has passed away, In wantonness o'erthrown. There is nothing left to-day...
When Samson set my brush afire To spoil the Timnites barley, I made my point for Leicestershire And left Philistia early. Through Gath and Rankesborough Gorse I fled, And took the Coplow Road, sir!...