The Student.
96.5
Gliding down from Bangor, On a
Puilman train,
Afte In the woods of Maine,
Quite extensive whiskers,
Light mustache as well,
Eits a college student,
Tail and silm and swell.
Thro a pleasant village
Peacefully they gilde,
Empty…
THE OBJECT.
463.4
It's money in the country and it's money in the town,
It's money for the artist and It's money for the clown;
They serve for love of country, so our statesmen glibly claim,
But they never spurn the money there is in it,…
THE WINDING ROAD.
308.5
Ho for the road, the winding road,
That stretches away o'er the hills to where?
A hickory staff and a crust my load,
With a song to sing and a leave of care.
Ho for the road, the winding rond,
That leads like a ribbon…
Times Had Changed
704
One day not very long ago, there walked in
Gotham town
The shades of two old patriarchs, from heaven
Just come down:
And na they wandered, open mouthed, at all there
was to Bов
'Tis sald one touched the other with a…
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It Will Be Summer Time By and By.
J. L. BATES.
330.7
Under the snow are the roses of June;
Cold in our bosoms the hopes of our youth;
Gone are the wild birds that warbled in tune;
Mute are the lips that have pledged us their truth.
Wind…
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Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.
454.11
Tix years since last we met,
And we may not meet rain:
I have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain,
For her volce lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight,…
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A Shocking Tale.
343.8.
"Ha!" cried the young electrician gay,
As he ogled the girls in the park.
"Perhaps it is true I've a shocking way.
For I'm an electrical spark."
But he ogled too long, and a malden complained,
As too ardently he pressed…
America
1277
How dark was the day
When our fathers came o'er
The fathomless depths of the seal
When they hasted away
From yon bigoted shore
To the glorious "Land of the Free"
Far, far from the land
Which had given them birth
Hesperides…
Skipper Ireson's Ride.
287.3
BY John Greenleaf Whittier.
Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Told in story or sung in rhyme
On Apulentus' Golden Ass,
Or one-eved Calendar's horse of brass,
Witch astride of a human hack,
Islam's prophet…
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A Song
5757
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
Four-and-twenty key-holes dance be- fore his eye:
When the door is opened, his wife de- gins to chin,
"Isn't this a pretty hour to let a fel- low In"
-Life
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Only a Boy
1475
Only a boy, with his noise and fun
The verlest mystery under the sun;
As brimful of mischief, and wit, and glee,
As over a human fraine can be
And as hard to manage us-what? ah mel
'Tis hard to tell,
Yet we love him well
Only…
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The Mistletoe Bough.
298.4.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall.
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall:
And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay.
And keeping their Christmas holy day:
The baron beheld with a father's pride
His…
Money Mnsk.
BENJAMIN T. TAYLOR
281.2
Ah, the buxom girls that helped the boys
The nobler Helens of humbler Troys
As they stripped the husks with rustling fold
From elght rowed corn as vellow as gold.
By the candle light in pumpkin bowls,…
A Mosquito Lullaby.
528.2
Hush, little skeeterbug, hush a-bye,
Mother will rock him, don't you cry!
I know you are hungry, my little sweet,
With nothing to drink and so little to eat,
The natives are tough and their blood is thin,
Eut the…
ORDER OF THE SMILLING FACE.
308.2
We've formed a new society- The Order of the Smiling Face.
An honored member you may be,
For every one may have a place.
The rules say you must never let
The corners of your mouth drop down,
For by this…
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Guilty, or Not Guilty.
480.1
Yoar name," said the judge, as he eyed her with Lindly look and keen.
"Is Mary McGuire, If you please, sir," "and your age?""I am turned fifteen."
"Well, Mary," and then from a paper he slowly und gravely read,
"You…
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The Home Coming.
244.3
I put his roont in order, cleaned and tried to fix it,
Filled his old tobacco far and put it near his chair,
I knew his pet tobacco and the way he used to mix it,
And he'll find his room is ready when he enters there.…
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The Refugee.
63.1
-They call the fund "revolving,"
In their little pleasant way;
We call the fund dissolving,
As we watch it every day.
Revolving or dissolving,
Or whatever is its name,
Relief as it's administered
'S a very pretty game.
For,…
NIGHT.
570.3
WITHIN the shelter of thy calm, Night,
I loose the tinselled vestures of the day,
With eager hands unbind and fling away
The cap and bells that made the crowd's delight,
The shallow mask that screened me from their sight.
Deep…
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