When, to despoil my native France… With flaming torch and cruel sword And boisterous drums her foeman co… I curse him and his vandal horde! Yet, what avail accrues to her,

The Greeks had genius,—'t was a g… The Muse vouchsafed in glorious m… The boon of Fame they made their… And prized above all worldly treas… But _we_,—how do we train _our_ yo…

When in the halcyon days of old,… I used to fish in pickerel ponds f… And oh, the bitter sadness with wh… When I rambled home at nightfall… And, oh, the indignation and the v…

Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It’s off for a sailor thy father w… And it’s here in the harbor, in si… He hath left his wee babe with my…

A moonbeam floateth from the skies… Whispering, “Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eye… A beautiful web of silver light, Wherein is many a wondrous sight

The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…

Once—it was many years ago. In early wedded life, Ere yet my loved one had become A very knowing wife, She came to me and said: 'My dear…

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

Dear wife, last midnight, whilst… The tomes you so despise, A spectre rose beside the bed, And spake in this true wise: 'From Canaan’s beatific coast

Last night, as my dear babe lay de… In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should’st take away fro…

Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…

If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…

One day upon a topmost shelf I found a precious prize indeed, Which father used to read himself, But did not want us boys to read; A brown old book of certain age

This talk about the journalists th… We’ve got a Western editor that’s… He lives here in Mizzoora where t… In ante-bellum notions that they v… But the paper he is running makes…

Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…