Ethics of the Dust.
169.1
See the madly blowing dust- Dusty dust!
How it revels in the gust,
How it cove with a crust Of tenacious, moisty must,
Ev'ry object in the street,
It is monarch of us all -
When it rises up we fail:
When…
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A MIRACLE.
370.5
April, April, full of hopes,
All a world of sunny sheen
'Round her, wanders up our slopes,
Bluebirds following, in her hands
Bursting leaf bud's tender green,
Laughing, tilting, on the rocks
She hangs her saxifrage, and…
RELIABILITY.
479.3
The arth has been a-quakin'
An' a-tremblin' an' a-shakin'
Will we're gettin' apprehensive an' perplexed;
An' the scientists are sellin'
Books which say that there's no tellin'
The troubles that may happen to us next;
An'…
Adieu.
70.9
Goodby, dainty peekaboo!
Guess it's twenty-three for you.
Yet, this much I will avow,
Speaking boldly, here and now,
You have played a happy role,
Giving pleasure, as a whole,
Both to.maids who wore you and
Many men throughout the…
The Miser.
191.6
There area was a miser of lauantar and umilen
Who hoarded those transures in fast mounting
He kept them all sealed in an vary box.
And nothing that happened unfastened the locks
At last, growing aget, from business adrift,
He…
Bonny Doon.
ROBERT BURNS.
422.5
Ye banks and braes of bonny Doun,
How can ye bloom sa fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt ye little birds,
Wille I'm no wae and full o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye little birds,
That wander through that…
The Land of Washington.
474.5
I glory in the sages
Who in the days of yore.
In combat met the foeman
And drove them from the shore
Who hung our banners' marry field
In triumph to the breeze,
And spread broad maps of cities where
Once…
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Tuesday.
271.5
Just to trust, and yet to ask
Guidance still;
Take the training or the task,
As he wil Just to take the loss or gain
As he sends it;
Just to take the joy or pain
As he lends it.
THE MUCK-RAKER.
468.6
He sang of the glory of cities,
Of pillar and spire and mart;
Of domes unreared and of God stiil feared,
Of good in the human heart.
He sang of the hopes, uplifting,
Of duty made clear and clear,
But they called…
Just A Girl.
179.7
I'm in love with a sweet little girlie-
Only one, only one. I meet her each evening quite early.
Rain or sun, rain or sun.
To work we go walking together,
Just as gay as can be.
We are surely two birds of a feather.…
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The Belle of South Dakota.
185.1
She stood beside her broncho,
On the prairie, sweet and fair,
Her eyes yere blue and sparkling
And golden was her hair.
A lovely pleture mid the flowers
That grew a ound her there.
A bright and handsome…
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The Lesson.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
9.1
When Thought, accustomed to appalling fact,
Grow normal and regains its sway once more,
Long buried Truth, within the hearts of men,
Shall rise and roll away the Stone of self,
And stand revealed in all its…
Recipe for Social Success.
370.3
A few smart frocks,
A lot of cash,
Good hands at bridge,
A little dash,
Une cause celebre,
A motor-car,
A whitewash brush,
And there you are.
-Madame.
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San Francisco's Fate.
24.3
With the wreck of her shattered glory,
Desolate, dire, complete;
With her landmarks grim and hoary
Strewn at her bleeding feet;
With the golden fruits of doing
Undone in a single day;
With the madden'd fates…
THE MIRROR.
522.1
A lover sought his loved one's dwelling-place,
And all audacious, craved its hidden grace;
Without the rose-wreathed door, he fearless, knocked----
Oh, grief; to find the cruel portals locked.
Then from within, sweet as the…
A Ploture No Artist Car Paint.
261.4
A quint New England homestead.
Where an aged couple dwelt.
Their houds bowed down in sorrow
For the one they loved so well.
She wandered from her happy home,
To go, no one knew where;
'Twas in a fitof…
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Maud Mailer's Bike.
336.2
Maud Muller on a summer's day
Maunted her wheel and rode away.
Beneath her blue cap glowed a wealth
Of large red treckles and rat rate health.
Ringing, she rode, and her merry glen
Frightened a sparrow from his…
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Puffs.
229.2
(With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling and Professor Morse Stephens.)
He smokes smokes - - smokes-smokes, amokin' over Berkeley!
Smokes-smokes-smokes-smokes, smo in' over Berkeley! smok-
(Puft-puft-puff putt, breathing in and out again!)…
The Old Boys in the Dance.
294.2
I
It sorter sets me thinkin' that I've got another chance-
To see the old-time fellers goin' roun'…
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A Toust.
343.1
"Here's to you old pal!
May you live a thousand years
Just to keep things lively
In this vale of tears.
And may I live a thousand years
Just short one day,
For I wouldn't like to stay here
When you are gone away."
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