The Auto Blew up at Lodore.
308.4
You have heard how the water
Came down at Lodore.
(If you haven't you oughter; It's old as old Yore.)
But perhaps you may never
Have heard tell before
How the auto went up
In the town of Lodore.
It…
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THE HEAVIEST CROSS.
Edgar M. More.
485.1
It must be pitiful to bear great blame,
All undeserved, sure that with open scorn,
Or unclean jests of their own vileness born,
Or covert sneers, vile lips repeat your name.
To know that honest…
The Boy on the Farm.
176.6
I've put away my tired skates,
My sled is on the "bum."
My overshoes I'll need no more
I'm glad 'at summer's come.
I've got a bran-new jack-knife-
I'll make the whistles hum;
I know just where the willows grow-…
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An Enthusiastic Member.
570.7
I's joined the lazy union-dat's de company foh me:
Dar ain't no rules an' by-laws, but we sol- emnly agree
That in the tline that passes 'twix' the spring and early fall
We is gwinter to take life easy an' not…
October
1271
October is a runnot muid,
Her checks are dusky red
In georgeous robos she is arrayed!
And whore her brown feet troud
Through wood, on plain or wulien wold
The pathway turns to burnished gold
Her gown in 'broidered o'er with…
I Remember, I Remember.
Thomas Hood.
298.2
I remember, I remember T
he house where I was born.
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn:
He never came a wink too soon.
Nor brought too long a day:
But now I often wish the…
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Mabel Clare
896
Along the green lane in the May-time,
I gather'd the violets blue,
Echoing yet with the bee song
And cool with the morning dew
Gather'd them for sweet Mabel,
Beautiful Mabel Clare
To clasp in her dainty fingers-
To brald…
Green Bill.
454.3
I will tell you of a fellow.
Of a fellow I have seen;
He is neither white nor yellow,
But is altogether green.
His name it is not charming.
For it's only common Bill.
Chorus for first, second, and third verse
He urges…
Belle Brandon.
90.10
'Neath a free by the margin of the woodland.
Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the ground.
With a path loading thither o'er the prairie.
When silence hung her night garb around:
There often I have wandered in the evening.
…
Life.
293.4
A little tolling A little pain, n day by day: little strife,
A little Joy-and thay is life.
A little sort-lived summer's morn,
When joy seems all so newly born,
When one day's sky is blue above.
When one bird sings-and that…
The Sallor's Grave.
370.4
Our bark was for for from the land
When the fairest of our gallant band
Grew deadly mals, and waned away.
Like the twilight of an autumn day.
We had watched him through long hours of pain,
Our cares were great,…
In The Desert.
234.3
A narrow strip of dreary, sun-baked sand; sand;
Brown shadows, purpling dimly toward the edge;
A ribbon-width of tawny, sultry sky,
That presses inward like a circling band;
Even the sun sinks dully o'er the ledge,…
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Storm Bound in the North.
Aldis Dunbar
191.1
If I could choose a book and slip inside of it... and be!
In one I love there winds a path, beside an olive-trec,
Beneath, in fair green shadow, starring all the mossy glen,
Spring hyacinth, and…
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MAY BE SCORCHING YET.
383.2
He scorched upon the highway,
He scorched upon the street;
He scorched away from rivals,
He scorched his friends to meet;
He scorched in pleasant weather,
He scorched when it was hot:
He scorched when races asked…
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In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree.
384.1
The oriole with joy was sweetly singing.
The little brook was bab'ling its tune
The vilage bells at noon were gayly ringing. world rem'd better than a harvest moon.
For there within my arms I gently…
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A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT.
Robert Burns.
480.8
Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that:
The…
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HIS HIGHNESS. HEIR-APPARENT OF TOMORROW.
390.2
I
His Highness, heir-apparent morrow, of to-
Has joined our happy circle; naked he came;
And of his need he was constrained to borrow
Ralment and food and…
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Cover Them Over.
121.1
Cover them over with beautiful flowers;
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours;
Lying so silent, by night and by day,
Sleeping the years of their manhood away;
Years they had marked for the joys of the brave;…
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Our Father's at the Helm
179.5
Our Father's Teren the howling winds may blow,
And besventur vesas to a for Our Father's at the helm.
Though Irine to with close reefed natis,
While beate the farious pale,
Our chudike fatth will never fail.…
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Folded Hands.
399.1
Pale, withered hands, that more than four-score yearn
Had wrought for others, soothed the hurt of
Rocked children's cradles, cessed the fever's smart,
Dropped balm of lovin many an aching heart,
Now attrien folded like…
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