In the Baggage Coach Ahead.
179.1
On a dark, stormy sight as the train rattled on.
All the passengers had come to bed
Except one you with both a baby in his arme,
Who sat there bowed down head
The Innocent one began cryink just then,
As…
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How sweet to walk within the woods
Where spreads the sylvan shade;
To roam within the rural della
Or fairy forest glade;
To sit beside the streamlet fair
And watch the babbling rills,
And see upon the mossy rocks:
"Take Pluckem's Purple…
The Boat Race.
485.6
The boats were ready for the start.
The signal then was given,
Away they went with one accord
The "Isabel" and "Riven."
But at last the sailors lost control,
The brave boats smashed together,
And to the bottom they…
ITS THE BEST OLD WORLD WE KNOW.
262.3
It's a pretty good world to live in,
Not perfect, of course, but then
A sort of a place too full of grace
Would weary most common men.
The world as a whole is a pleasure,.
Despite all its grief and…
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After the Primary Election.
377.2
So strode he to the battle,
Like Joaquin in his pride;
His height was five foot three, at least,
And he had gall beside.
He cared not for the foeman,
He knew the way to fix
The enemy with money-
The…
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Vane of Quillcote
632
There's an old gray barn where the swallows used to flit,
All spicy and fragrant with hay:
Thro its sunlit gloom ran the children to and fro,
And their laughter was ringing all the day
On the high-piled mow they would…
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A Whimsy.
528.6
There's a girl
With a curl,
That I'm likin' down yonder to Punkia- ville;
And she Says to me: "Well, I won't if I won't and I will if I will."
And I tell you, sirs,
The way that she says it makes my hair like hers.
Durn girls…
The Song of Perry's Victory
649
Ye tars of Columbia, give ear to my storys
Who fought with brave Perry when cannons did Four!
Your Valor has kained you an Immortal glory
A fame that will last until time is no more
Columbian tars are the true…
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The Make-Believe Boy
128.4
He used to come when I was alone,
And we'd play games; but the most ghost,
';d tell him stories-pirate, chomo
And what I'll do when I am grown,
A girl moved in the house next door-
I didn't eare: I don't like…
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PEGGY READS THE PAPER.
250.4
Here's the paper-I must skim it,
For I want the news, of course;
Another bank cashier's absconded,
Mrs. Brown gets her divorce,
Half a page reporting Congress,
I don't want to wade through that,
Trusts and…
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Stay, Father, Stay.
384.8
Stay, father, stay, the night is wild;
Leave not alone your dying child.
I feel the Joy hand of death
And shorter, shorter, grows my breath.
Stay, father, stay, alone, alone
With none to cheer or none to mourn,…
My Dad's Dinner Pall.
383.1
I'll preserve that old kettle, so blackened and worn.
It belonged to my father before I was born:
It hung in the corner beyond on a nail.
It's the emblem of labor, my dad's dinner pail.
Chorus-
It glistened like…
Soho.
134.4
I loved best her pretty eyes,
Clearer than stars in any skies.
I loved her eyes for their dear lies.
Dance the jig!
And ah! the ways, the ways she had
Of driving a poor lover mad:
It made a man's heart sad and glad.
Dance the…
Amateur Photography
583
I'M so used to Madge's ways
That to please her,
I endeavor Any work she does to praise-
Good or bad, I call it clever
I'D a fair stenographers
Quite a dear it seems a pity:
Madge a photograph of her
Made, and…
Kipling's Cabled Poetry.
303.5
Chicago Chronicle: If there is anything
in this world that is not worth cabling
from England to America it Is the
"poetry" of Rudyard Kipling. By long ap-
plication one may learn that the subject
of his last effort…
When the Hawthorn Blooms Again.
490.6
"I'll come back, dear, when the year has passed AWEY
I'll come dack, dear, when the flowers like snow- drifts lay.
Then the little birls will sing and I'll meet you down the lane,
"I'll not come back when…
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Alone.
359.3
I miss you, my darling, my darling
The embors burn low on the hearth.
And stilled is the stir of the household.
And hushed in the voice of ita mirth:
The rain plashes fast on the terrace,
The winds past the lattices moan,…
Watering the Lambs.
369.5
Watering the Lambs
Little drops of water
Break the hardest rocks,
Little drops of water
Swell the Lambkins stocks;
Little drops of water-
And other little drops-
Fill the largest buckets
In the bucket-shop…
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Just the Sweetest Hat.
148.3
I took my last year's Panama,
And knocked it out of shape,
Then dyed it in some Alice blue
And fastened on some crepe;
I pulled the thing way out in front
And bent it up behind;
I stuck some feathers on one…
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Letter From Home.
468.4
Lonely I sat me and wept,
Wepl as I have not for years:
Oh, why do my eyes fall to keep
Back those affectionate tears.
I think of the friends o'er the seas,
Who love me wherever I roam.
Oh, some one go tell them…
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