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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,
It is the story of Thompson—of Th… Frequently drunk was Thompson, bu… Light and free was the touch of T… Great the mortality incident on th… Yet not happy or gay was Thompson…
(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 188… No, I won’t,—thar, now, so! And i… And thar’s nary to tell that you f… And it’s ‘Belle, tell us, do!’ an… And 'Wot’s this yer yarn of the M…
Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the p… Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach,
In sixteen hundred and forty-one, The regular yearly galleon, Laden with odorous gums and spice, India cottons and India rice, And the richest silks of far Cath…
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS) ‘Speak, O man, less recent! Fragm… Primal pioneer of pliocene formati… Hid in lowest drifts below the ear… Of volcanic tufa!
Where West Point crouches, and wi… Turns the whole river eastward thr… Whose jutting crags, half silver,… Like bossy bucklers of Leonidas; Where buttressed low against the s…
We meet in peace, though from our… The sun that sparkles on our birth… Glanced as he rose on fields whose… With darker tints than those Auro… Though shorn his rays, his welcome…
This is the reed the dead musician… With tuneful magic in its sheath s… The prompt allegro of its music st… Its melodies unbidden. But who shall finish the unfinishe…
Above the bones St. Ursula owns, And those of the virgins she chape… Above the boats, And the bridge that floats,
I’m sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the d… In a robe even YOU would admire,… It cost a cool thousand in France… I’m be-diamonded out of all reason…
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
Did I ever tell you, my dears, th… That the birds of Cisseter—'Cisse… Well 'Ciren-cester’—one OUGHT t… From ‘Castra,’ or ‘Caster,’ As your Latin master
(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…
‘Crying!’ Of course I am crying,… too, If people were telling such storie… Oh yes, you can laugh if you want… how,