Up Hill.
MISS ROSSETTI
560.7
(Christina Georgina Rossetti, daughter of Gabriel
Rossetti un Italian patriot who fled to
England in 1824 and became professor of Italian of the
King's college in 1826, was born in London, Dec. 5, 1890. and…
Mending Day.
70.6
How quickly children's clothes will rip and tear!
Each time I put off mending till so late.
I realize that a family of eight
Can give a lov lovting mother lots of care.
If more get born I really do deolare
I'll put 'em into…
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Song of the Remorseful Twilight.
179.3
sumtimes wenn u are kummen hoam at nite
frum playen hookey nuthen semes
uz brite uz it did in the mornen wenn u hurd
temtashuns voyce that kum to u ann sturd
ure eavul pashuns up ann then uno
how…
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A Failure.
. W., Broaway
175.2
He failed? Perhaps but now he is at rest,
Cold, tired hands upon a quiet breast.
Think only of him what is best.
He failed? But you have laid him 'neath the sod;
The rest concerns himself and God.
It is not…
New Year's Eve.
83.7
If you're waking, call me early, call me early.
mother deur,
For I would see the run rise upon the glad now
your:
It is the last New Year that I shall ever see; Then you may lay me low in the wold and think
no more of…
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San Francisco Redeemed.
6.6
Serenely proud has been thy reign,
Fair mistress of the Golden Gate,
NO Now through through they Great Baptismal Fire,
Predestined to a Great Estate.
Ambassadors from every clime
Have here their flags unfurled;…
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Lorena.
377.4
The years creep slowly by, Lorena, the snow is on the ground again.
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, the frost gleams where the flowers have been:
But the heart throbs on as warmly now as when the summer days were nigh:
Oh,…
When You Have Christ for a Friend
849
Why do you feel discouraged?
Why are you down-hearted and sad?"
God's watchful care never falletin;
In that thouglit rejuler, be glad
For as sure as storm-clouds threaten
There is one who w will defend…
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TO PASCALINE.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH.
537.1
LOVE, I would sing a song of my dreaming
(Listen, be kind-)
Harp-sung on sun-strings, told to the leaves
Stirred by the wind:
Spring veils the earth in its garment of youth
Wondrous her face!…
The Day Is Past and Gone
By Orange Scott
643
The day is past and gone
Theening shades appear: peari
Oh, may we all remember well
The night of death draws near
We iny our garments by
Upon our beds to rest: "64-3
So death will soon disrobe…
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The Ripening' Paris Hen.
329.4
I golly, it is funny
How I hate t' work, say bow,
When the prerie ben is rip'nin'
In the stubble, an' somehow
I git all mixed up a-dreamin' Icegins of lollin' dogs en "snipe,"
As old August, hot and yaller,…
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AUTUMN LEAVES.
569.1
"Come, little leaves," said the wind, one day,
"Come over the meadows with me, and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down…
The Breaking Plow.
223.12
I am the plow that turns the sod
That has lain for a thousand years;
Where the prairie's wind-tossed Bewars nod
And the wolf her wild enb rears,
I come, and in my wake, like rain,
In scattered the golden seed;…
HIS PROFITABLE CROP.
582.5
Oh, I care not a dern though the crope may all burn
In the withering heat of the sun;
I'm not giving a whoop, though the kid-ney beans droop,
As for weeks and for weeks they have done.
Though it seems that a torch…
The Secret of It
575
My love has often said to me, "My love I know you're plain;
But married life with you, my sweet, has brought me naught but gain
Let other women sing and dance, or even write a book,
Yet you're above them all in charm- remember,…
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The Mystery of Humor
Washington Star
1227
When on the pave you chance to fall,
With utter lack of grace,
And turn your ankle as you sprawl,
And, maybe, bruise your face,
When angry tears spring in your eye
And you are mad as sin,
Oh, why…
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THE BURNING HEART.
303.2
Do heat to pallor-I, who sway
Forever in the bread of strife,
Not master, but the slave of life,
A burning heart I bear!
Yet death will full extinction give,
Or kindly age a bound will set;
So, if I live, I shall…
San Franciso
394
She laughed upon her hills out there
Beside her bays of misty blue;
The gayest hearts, the sweetest air
That any city ever knew
For I have whistled all the songs
That thrilled upon her care-free breath,
And I have mingled…
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German Hunter Song.
349.6
In forest and on heather
I take my daily pleasure,
I am a hunter bold, I am a hunter bold.
To roam the woods unflagging.
The wild game freely bagging,
Oh, that's a joy untold, oh, that's a joy untold,
Chorus-
Hall,…
The Proud Old Cochin.
272.2
There was a fat old Cochin hen.
Vainglorious and proud:
And every time she laid an egg.
She cackled long and loud.
One day she found a goose egg in
The bottom of her nest;
And thinking she had laid it there,…
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