A Lover

A Lover. Clinton Scollard 207.2 First her eyes!-I can't express All the wonder of her eyes; Truth and trust and tenderness Dwell there ever, vernal-wise. Next her smile!-I cannot tell All the marvel of her smile; 'Tis a golden miracle…

Columbia.

Columbia. 298.5 Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise. The queen of the world and the child of the akles Thy genius commands thee, with raptures behold, While ages on ages thy spiendors unfold; Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,…
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A Poet, Too.

A Poet, Too. 335.8. The Rochester (N. Y.) Times ваув: "Johu Howard Bryant, an only surviving brother of William Cullen Bryant, agod about 30 years, resides in Princeton, Ill. He is unknown to fame, but not for want of native ability,…

An Old Story

An Old Story. 208.6 "Say, wife, I'm going to town today, Make out your errand list, don't delay." Then into the room the farmer gося To don in haste his Sunday clothes. There follows a sort of expectant hush When out from the bedroom,…

The Man Who is Wanter

The Man Who is Wanter. 223.10 A young man's preferred, but then age searce will count Against him if he's one on whom they can reckon To do this work well, small or TOLL the amount, And to be there to do it, without call or beckon! Any…

Ring the Bell, .watchman

Ring the Bell, .watchman. 293.2. High in the belfry the old sexton stands. Clasping the rope with his thin, long hands Fixed is his gaze as by some magic spell. Till he hears the distant murmur, "Ring, ring the bell." Chorus- Ring the…

“ONE OF THE BOYS.”

ONE OF THE BOYS. 255.3 He is way beyond fifty, his hair's turning gray. But still he can laugh in the folliest way: He hasn't forgotten the fun in a jest: He tells the old stories with heartlest zest, He knows all the new ones; he likes lots…

SHADOWS.

SHADOWS. 467.4 The shadows they lie in the corn-fields, Under the fair, blue sky, Where the winds sweep over the meadows, Softly the shadows lie. The shadows they lie in the courtyards Of the prisons dark and grim, Where pinched and…

A SMILE.

A SMILE. 564.6 The brightness of the morn was hid 'Neath clouds of dull, unsoftened gray; My heart beat low beneath its weight Of grief, and sorrowed with the day. A mockery was all gladness-yet. A loved one smiled-straight from the heart The…

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving. 294.1 We thank Thee. Yea, in the even tone Of those who are glad of the goods they own. We thank Thee. Yea, that Thou hast preferred And blessed us more than the common herd. We thank Thee, part with the heart's intention,…

The Deserted Village.

The Deserted Village. 560.3 Sweet Auburnt lovellest village of the plain, Where herith and plenty cheered the laboring swain. Where smiling spring its earliest visit pald. And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed. Dear, lovely bowers…

If

IF. 223.5 If c-a-t spelt dog and cow And horse and mouse and heaven, If two plus two made six and nine And twelve and eighty-seven, If "see the man" was all there was To learn Inside my reader, No boy would be as bright as I, In school…
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THE . SAD . PART . OF . THE . DAY .

THE . SAD . PART . OF . THE . DAY . 415.2 When all the house is warm and bright, And underneath the mellow light My Father reads his evening book, While I am in the fire place nook With Mother Darling, then I hear A sound so muffled, and…

They Shall Awake

They Shall Awake. 180.4 They burled him, the friends who loved him so With fragrant balm and spices rich and sweet, "The Master's dead!" with bitter tears they cry: "The cruel nail prints mark his hands and feet. We thought our Lord some…

EXPURGATED FOOTBALL.

EXPURGATED FOOTBALL. 500.7. Can this tame, Benevolent game Be the same Old riproaring. Death scoring Stunt With which we were wont To amuse ourselves in days of yore? No gore? No broken ribs? Why not the on bibs And let them play Croquet Or…

The Ghostly Wind.

The Ghostly Wind. 582.3 De lonesome Win' he holler w'en de night wuz in de middle: "Ef you lemme in I'll show you how I knows ter play de fiddle: Done had de leaves a-dancin' fum de very break er day, But, blowin' s'ch a lively tune, I danced…

Do-Do Eyes.

Do-Do Eyes. 369.6 The greater the charms of a woman, The farther she'll go with your tin: All beauty's skin-deep that is human- And beauties are mostly a skin.

WOMAN.

WOMAN. 409.3 All honor to woman, the sweetheart, the wife, The delight of our fireside by night and by day, Who never does anything wrong in s her life, Except when permitted to have her own way. …

WHY MEN SWEAR.

WHY MEN SWEAR. 370.8 With awful efforts Jenkins packed His trunk until it nearly cracked. He folded, doubled, jammed and squeezed, And then puffed and grunted too, and wheezed, Then viewed his triumph with a grin, For everything was safely…

Ht Dish.

Ht Dish. 554.2 Hit am de lublies' dish de Lawddone made, De sweets' dinnah dat Ah ebbahhad- Ter cotch there chick'n sleepin' on the rose And gib that pullet jes' one gentle angry', Clap tight the shoe-lace round' it be sock-mouf; Then fry…