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Coward of heroic size, In whose lazy muscles lies Strength we fear and yet despise; Savage,-whose relentless tusks Are content with acorn husks;
‘Crying!’ Of course I am crying,… too, If people were telling such storie… Oh yes, you can laugh if you want… how,
(TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870) Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain,
June 4th! Do you know what that d… June 4th! By this air and these p… Well,—only you know how I hate sc… These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you’ll kindly re…
(BIG PINE FLAT, 1871) ‘Something characteristic,’ eh? Humph! I reckon you mean by that Something that happened in our way… Here at the crossin’ of Big Pine…
(BEING THE ONLY GENUI… Maud Muller all that summer day Raked the meadow sweet with hay; Yet, looking down the distant lane… She hoped the Judge would come ag…
Didn’t know Flynn,— Flynn of Virginia,— Long as he’s been ‘yar? Look ’ee here, stranger, Whar HEV you been?
Of all the fountains that poets si… Crystal, thermal, or mineral sprin… Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful tru… In short, of all the springs of T…
The dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low; Yet, mother dear, grant one reques… Before your boy must go. Oh! lift me ere my spirit sinks,
Behind the footlights hangs the ru… A trifle shabby in the upturned bl… Of flaring gas and curious eyes th… The stage, methinks, perhaps is no… And hardly fit for royal Richard’…
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids… And drop them books and first pot-… I kin not sling a fairy tale of J… For I hold it is unchristian to d…
Two low whistles, quaint and clear… That was the signal the engineer— That was the signal that Guild, ’… Gave to his wife at Providence, As through the sleeping town, and…
‘The sky is clouded, the rocks are… The spray of the tempest is white… The winds are out with the waves a… And I shall not tempt the sea to-… ’The trail is narrow, the wood is…
High on the Thracian hills, half… Thyme, and the asphodel blooms, an… She of Miletus lay, and beside he… Scratched his ear with his hoof, a… Vainly the Maenid and the Bassari…
Here’s yer toy balloons! All size… Twenty cents for that. It rises Jest as quick as that ‘ere, Miss, Twice as big. Ye see it is Some more fancy. Make it square