The Cizar's Lunch.
436.5
The exar dare not hammer a walnut
For fear it's a bomb in disguise;
Aud ring sausage he
Must not drop on his knee
Lest it cover some deadly surprise!
When the Golden Sun is Setting.
Edna
102.3
When the golden sun is setting in the bright
and golden west,
tly sighing in the trees;
Then the wind wind is softly
Then every haunt of nature ap speaks of qulet
peace and rest,
And evening's hush…
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PUMPKIN PIE.
486.5
"Oh, the pumpkin pie is the ple for me,
It's the beauty I greatly admire:
'Tis the ple that belongs to the land of the free,
It in good for the child and its sire.
"Oh, the pumpkin pie is the freeman's pie.
And in it…
Autobiography, Bi Andru Katnegy
1285
I kam from the Skotish Hilandz To the wildz of Amerika's planz,
Began my life as a massage boy, Which is monstrously good for the branz
I turned my hand to the steel business- (Be sure you spell that right)-…
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The Killjoy.
320.5
Although a fellow's down and out,
Why, matters might be worse;
And he can keep up courage stout
With nothing in his purse.
A chap can be light-hearted, then,
Although he has to toll;
But life is just a desert when
A…
Old times for Bryan
Said William J,
708
Said William J,
""I guess,"" says he
That after this
It's home for me
""I did intend
To stop a day;
Taen onward wend
My happy way
""I thought that I
Would tarry here
Just long enough
To raise a cheer
""But…
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Rememebtance.
256.2
Soft! and low the music came,
And yet it every crevice filled;
Strains of melody so sweet
That s'en the mocking bird was stilled.
And then there came the silence, doe
When every note had passed away,
Leaving naught…
The World Went Well With Me Then
By T C Barhaton
899
When I was a young mathemahuben,
When I was a young man, oil then
I married a wife, and I settled in
And the world it went well with me them ah Uren
My wife she took wiek, oh, than, oh,…
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Down Among teh Dasies.
261.6
Down among the daiales by the running stream.
Where the waters rippie soft and low,
Sitting wi with my darling in a happy dream,
Heedless of the hours that come and go.
There I ineet my darling every summer…
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National Monuments.
528.3
Count not the cost of honor to the dead!
The tribute that a mighty nation paya
To those who loved her well in former daya
Means more than gratitude for glories fied:
For overy noble man that she hath bred,
Immortalized…
RESURRECTION.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH
282-1.
A BREATH of incense in the air.
The stirring pulse of all things new.
The earth wrapped in its morning dew
Lies chill and still, faint-green and fair,
A bird on wind thrills 'neath the sky.
I…
Song of the Thrush.
255.11
Ah, the May was grand this mornin'!
Shure, how could I feel forlorn in
Such a land, when tree and flowers tossed their kisses to the breeze?
Could an Irish heart be quiet
While the spring was running riot,
An'…
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Using' Up the' Scraps.
Aloysius Coll.
432.2
It's queer what Auntie Beck our cook
Can make with all th' scraps- She jes' gits out her little book
An' reads it, while she taps
An' beats 'em up with her big spoon,
Then pours 'em in a pan,…
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Reason.
329.2
While wafts of song blew shoreward, dim and sweet.
And sleeping still (because unwaked by you).
I dreamed and dreamed, and thought my visions truc.
I woke when all the crimson color faded
And wanton Autumn's lips and cheeks…
The Dying Child.
96.4
Go open wide the door, mother.
And let the angela in:
For they are bright and fair, mother,
So pure and free from sin.
I hear them speak my name, mother,
They sweetly whisper come
Oh let the angels in, mother,…
The Little Old Red Shawl.
165.7
It now lies on the self, it is faded and torn,
That dear old shawl my mother wore
Tis all that is left for this heart to adore,
To bring to mind theme
How often the handa happy days tpo these folde have been…
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Address to a Mummy.
Horace Smith
224.5
And thou hast walked about how strange a story!
In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago,
When the Memronium was in all its glory.
And Time had not begun to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and…
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Out Of It.
186.3
I won't go out this summer
To see the baseball game.
To sit upon the bleachers
And help to place to blame
Where it belongs, or hoot at
The umpire as of vore;
For wife has made me promise her
Not to swear any more.
…
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Love Life.
370.2
Oh Love that will not let me go.
I rest my weary soul in thee,
I give thee back the ife I owe
That in thy ocean depths its now
May richer, fuller be.
Oh light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to…
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He Died and He Didn't.
95.8
Mr. Wilkins had a dollar, so he said he guessed
he'd pay
A little sum he'd borrowed from a gentleman
named Gray;
Then Gray he took that dollar, and be sald,
"It seems to me
I'd better pay that little debt I owe…
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