They told me once that Pan was de… And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets le… Through flowery meads I sought hi… Nor in his dewy pasture bed

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; 'T was half-past twelve, and (what… Nor one nor t’ other had slept a w… The old Dutch clock and the Chine…

O fountain of Bandusia! Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart s… Suppose you noticed by and by The distance 'twixt you were too g… Now tell me, dear, what would you…

Krinken was a little child,— It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, “Sun-child, come to me;

Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and singing a… And this is the song the hill-folk…

The wind comes whispering to me of… Of redwing blackbirds chattering b… It brings me soothing fancies of t… And I hear the thrush’s evening s… So I fall to thinking tenderly of…

Lofty and enduring is the monument… Come, tempests, with your bitterne… And thou, corrosive blasts of time… Thy buffets and thy rage are unava… I shall not altogether die; by far…

At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scof… Ffor that a romping wench was shee… “Now marke this rede,” they bade h… “Forsooken sholde your folly bee!” But Madge, ye hoyden, laught &amp…

Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.

Happy the man that, when his day i… Lies down to sleep with nothing of… The battle he has fought may not b… The fame he sought be just as flee… Folding at last his hands upon his…

Should painter attach to a fair hu… The thick, turgid neck of a stalli… Or depict a spruce lass with the t… I am sure you would guy the rapsca… Believe me, dear Pisos, that just…

Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and hark Unto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park. Of all the wonders happening there

Our Father who art in heaven, hal… Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be don… Give us this day our daily bread,… As we our earthly debts forgive—by… When tempted or by evil vexed, res…