Princeton.
468.9
When first I went to Princeton I was just as green as green,
"Ding-dong, ding!" says the Old North bell,
To tell the truth I didn't know a proctor from the Dean,
"Ding-dong, ding!" says the Old North bell.
I was an ig-no-ram-i-ous-or…
The Common Failing
83-1
How mad begins we get when one
begins
To pame our faults and jeer
them
We love to overlook our sins
But hate to overhear them
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On the Blas.
343.4
There was a crooked lawyer, and he couldn't make a cent
By any means both straight and sound: it didn't suit his bent;
And so one day this lawyer drew a crooked little brief,
And now he is a railroad's councilor-in-chief…
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Little Words of Kindness.
569.5
A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that's broken,
And made a friend sincere.
A word, a look, has crushed to earth
Full many a budding flower,
Which, had a…
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NOTHING.
320.7
One day they had a falling out
And played the game of sulk and pout;
And what d'ye think 'twas all about?
Nothing!
She went to ma's and meant to stay!
Which made his dinner late that day:
When she returned, what did he…
EARTH-BOUND.
Georgia Wood Pangborn.
262.4
You mourn that I live but in yesterday,
Gone from the world by a hidden way;
But the hand of the wind in your hair is mine,
I am the bubble within your wine.
All night with the moths I have played…
A COWBOY'S OPONION.
276.5
Sez Shorty Smith: "It seems some strange
That Cupid rides Affection's range,
Expectin' sure to make a hit
Armed with a Injun buck outfit.
Fer by the way the cards are lald,
An' altmouy now is played,
I wouldn't…
THE MARIPOSA LILY.
554.5
Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
Poised upon tender slip, and quivering
To flight! a flower of the fields of air;
A jeweled moth; a butterfly, with rare
And tender tints upon his downy wing,
A moment resting…
Break, Break, Break.
ALFRED TENNYSON.
378.3
Break. break, break, NYSON.
On the cold, gray stones. O sen!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Oh. well for the fisherman's boy
That he shouts with his sister…
THE GAME.
479.1
When a movement you start for re- forming a town
And your motives are lofty and no ble and pure,
They'll depict you in stripes; they will call you a clown,
There's no end of insult you'll have to endure.
They'll make you account…
The Simple Life.
307.1
"I'm wearied of the whirl," quoth she,
"Henceforth the simple life for me.
Methinks it would be very wise
To take my breakfast ere I rise-
Of coffee just a single cup."
(N. B. Her mother brought it up!)
"And when…
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August Days.
359.5
In bosky fens the cat-talls swing.
And wild, rad Intlies blow;
And on the hills like signal fires
The scarlet authache glow.
At noon along their wooded banks
The streams deep shadows hold,
And grain fields billow in the…
Tis the Last Rose of Summer.
THOMAS MOORE
298.7
"Tis the last rose of summer.
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone:
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud la nigh,
To reflect back her blushes.
Or give aigh…
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John August Stetson.
600.1
John August Stetson was a man of at fairs,
in the place he chose to realde,
He'd been justice of the peace, and all the police,
And many things else, on the side.
The people need laws, so John August declared,
Suca…
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Never Court but One.
454.1
I have finished him a letter telling him he's free!
From this moment and forever he la nothing more to ma
And my heart feels lighter. #ayer, since the deed at last in done
I will teach him that while courting he…
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Hotel Man
508
Now doth the summer hotel man
Ransack the shore and hills
To find a fit foundation for
A place to build big bills
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Kids
1221
I wonder why some Pas have none,
And others have no many
It seems the poor Pas have the most,
And rich ones haven't any
The richest man I know in town
Has just one small boy only:
But pa says: Grel he pities him
In that big house…
A Boyhood REcollection
2089
High up on a shelf in the pantry it stood- In fancy I see it again-
A remedy certain to do you much good,
Though fraught with incredible pain
There is nothing in all of the various ills
That mortals are called…
The Harvest Malds.
70.2
(Four society girls of Walla Walla, Wash, are
helping their father harvest his wheat.-Press
Dispatch.)
You can talk about your bridge whist girls,
And those who love pink teas,
Or the girls that drive their motor-boats
Right…
Minnie Minton.
84-8
Minnie Minton. In the shadow-
I have waited here, alone;
On the battle's gory meadow ..
Which the southe of death has mown.
I have listened for your coming.
Till the weary dawn of day:
But I only hear the drumming
As…
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