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UNDER her gentle seeing, In her delicate little hand, They placed the Book of Being, To read and understand. The Book was mighty and olden,
Part I. A couple old sat o’er the fire, And they were bent and gray; They burned the charcoal for their… Who lived long leagues away.
TO the Wake of O’Hara Came company; All St. Patrick’s Alley Was there to see, With the friends and kinsmen
WHO calls me bold because I won… And did not pine, And waste my life with secret pain… To make him mine? I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s s…
There once was an old man of Lyme Who married three wives at a time, When asked, “Why a third?” He replied, "One’s absurd! And bigamy, sir, is a crime.
WHEN He returns, and finds the w… All sleeping, young and old, unfai… Will he stoop down and whisper in… “Awaken!” or for pity’s sake forbe… Saying, “How shall I meet their f…
I would not wish thee other than t… I love thee, love, so well in ever… That had I power to change thee In form or face or mind, I could not find
SHE passes in her beauty bright Amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight… And bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours,
I HAVE two sons, wife’ Two, and yet the same; One his wild way runs, wife, Bringing us to shame. The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim…
There once was a girl of Lahore, The same shape behind as before; As no one knew where To offer a chair, She had to sit down on the floor.
True—there are books and books. T… For instance, and there’s Bacon; There’s Longfellow, and Monstrele… And also Colton’s “ Lacon,” With “Laws of Whist” and those o…
There was a young lady named Laur… Who went to the wilds of Angora, She came back on a goat With a beautiful coat, And notes of the fauna and flora.
CHILDREN indeed are we—childre… Within a wondrous dwelling, while… Stretch the sad vapors and the voi… The house is fair, yet all is deso… Because our Father comes not; clo…
Sing a song of Spring-time, The world is going round, Blown by the south wind: Listen to its sound. ‘Gurgle’ goes the mill-wheel,
THERE is a singing in the summer… The blue and brown moths flutter o… The stubble bird is creaking in th… And perch’d upon the honeysuckle… Pipes the green linnet. Oh, the g…