#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid the tavern tattle
To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQU…
Although the Preacher be a bore, The Atheist is even more. I ain’t religious worth a damn; My views are reckoned to be broad; And yet I shut up like a clam
We’re taking Marie Toro to her ho… We’re taking Marie Toro to her la… Behold! her hearse is hung with wr… Except the blossoms heaping high u… A week ago she roamed the street,…
Gazing to gold seraph wing, With wistful wonder in my eyes, A blue—behinded ape, I swing Upon the palms of Paradise. A parakeet of gaudy hue
A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my cabbage patch; And in the gloaming glad am I
Oh if it were not for my wife And family increase, How gladly would I close my life In monastery peace! A sweet and scented isle I know
What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom’s sake! (You give me the belly—ache.) Freedom to starve or slave!
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed us through room after ro…
“How good God is to me,” he said; “For have I not a mansion tall, With trees and lawns of velvet tre… And happy helpers at my call? With beauty is my life abrim,
Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if I had in sober sense
And when I come to the dim trail—… I who have been Life’s rover, This is all I would ask, my frien… Over and over and over: A little space on a stony hill
One of the Down and Out—that’s me… Stare and shrink—say! you wouldn’t… Look at my face, it’s crimped and… Don’t seem the sort of man, do I,… Slouching along in smelly rags, a…
Deeming that I were better dead, “How shall I kill myself?” I said… Thus mooning by the river Seine I sought extinction without pain, When on a bridge I saw a flash
Birds have no consciousness of doo… Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloo… Would not trill out his glee so ga… Could he foretell his songful brea…