The Man In the Moon.
597.7
And the land of the South was by no means forgotten.
He passed with quick step thro' the great fields of cotton.
To the rice and tobacco attention he gave,
Then sat down to ponder, with countenance grave.
"I see…
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San Francisco's Promise.
40.2
Thy Past rolled up in smoke and cloud
And darkness of catastrophe:
Thy Future rises, strong and proud,
Through ashes of thine agony;
Still foams the brine upon thy breast
Where great ships gather to their…
Whitewash.
575.6
Slain at the age of rising thirty-two,
He filled the Cup of Vice to over- flowing: he knew
Much that was better left unknown,
And what he didn't know, If tales be true,
Was not worth knowing.
But as a youth he was not wholly…
THE PRESIDENT'S ENGLISH.
464.3
These grafting words (so we are told,
Though it seems very funny)
Have been for years n-wasting of
The people's hard-earned money!
And Roosevelt has set about,
In a manner most compelling,
To turn the wicked…
Go'n' To Be Like Dad.
249.1
Across the district sehoolroom flour
The checkered shadows
While on the benchained and
Those dignitaries sit:
A president is in the roar
With freckles on his nom
Beside him aita a pirate chief,
Who wiggles…
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I Want to Be an Angel.
261.7
I want to be an angel.
And with the angels stand. .
A crown upon my forehead.
A harp within my hand.
There, right before
So glorious and my Savior. so bright
I'd wake the sweetest music
And praise him day…
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Barbara Frietchie.
JOHN G. WHITTIER.
319.7
Barbara Frietohle was an aged lady of Frederick,
Md., of German birth, but intensely patriotic. In
September, 1862, when Lee's army was on its way to Antietam,
"Stonewall" Jackson's corps passed…
The Invariable Claim.
464.7
No matter where a man may dwell,
He'll make this statement as a rule:
"It's warm by day, the truth to tell
But then the nights are always cool."
E'en on the arld, thirsting plain,
Where blindly roves the panting…
Thursday.
256.9
We pray Thee, grant us strength to take
Our daily cross, whate'er it be
And gladly for thine own deur sako
In paths of pain to follow thee.
-W. W. How.
Driftwood,
240.9
Driftwood I burn on my fire tonight,
Driftwood from vessels lost at sea.
Love, Falth and Hope missed the beacon light-
As wreckage now they come to me.
Driftwood, so rugged and old and gray.
Writing in flame heart history.…
Looking Backward.
175.1
Nicholson, began a home. Including lahed at that time,
many sportive s lah poems by who spent som ded months
In he was editing e editing the Pennsylvania collection was mak It.
WRI and gave no help of Whittier wa…
A Modern Damosel.
344.5
The Blessed Damosel leaned out
From a motor-car at even;
She promised when she left her home
She would be back by seven.
And now, long miles from anywhere,
"Twas quarter-past eleven.
Her coat was mud from clasp…
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An Inspection Tour.
261.10
I saw them kill a beet or two. It was a painful sight.
The ma man who killed them not at all poitte. was so rude and
He did not bow or scrape at all, which seemed to me so queer.
Before he picked the hammer up and…
Naturally.
560.5
"For each of these flowers I'll give you a kiss!"
Cries out the adorably sweet little miss:
But she pouts as I rush for the door.
"Are you running away from that?"says she:
"No." I answer. "There's only a doz- en, you see-…
Paul Revere's Ride
185.4
Listen, iny chlidren, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of inul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five!
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend.…
The Call of Spring.
Florence Wilkinson
57.1
I hearkened at dawn to the call of the Spring,
The voice of a spirit,
And my soul leapt up like a wildwood thing,
Like a hawk from its tirret.
She is calling me out to the open wold,
To the scurrying…
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The World Went Well With Me Then.
By T. C Barhaton
89.9
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,…
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DAKOTA'S ALL RIGHT.
394.3
Where do folks get the notion
That sunny South Dakota
Is like the Arctic Ocean
Or just a little coldah!
They ought to be more keerful,
Remarks like this I quotesh,
Are apt to make us tearful,
Who live in South…
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Insects Examples
581-7
Its done observe date busy bee
Dey tells so much about,
'Bout copyin his industery
I sholy has a doubt.
Do butterfly's do one dat knows
Do way to do trick.
He all us wars his sunday close
An never works a lick!
---Washington…
Real Life.
122.3
It was back in old Missoury.
In a peaceful farming vale,
And the folks were plunged in trouble-
Hushed the music of the flall.
There a villian held a mortgage
On the dear old farmhouse roof:
Much he loved the widow's…
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