The falcon soars The town’s gates are even higher Angelica’s their doorkeeper She’s wound the sun round her head She’s tied the moon round her wais…
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…
The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...
It takes strength to be firm, it t… It takes strength to conquer, it t… It takes strength to be certain, i… It takes strength to fit in, it ta… It takes strength to feel a friend…
I SAW my Lady weep, And Sorrow proud to be advanced s… In those fair eyes where all perfe… Her face was full of woe; But such a woe (believe me) as win…
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble And you better not fight. T. Bentley will arrest you,
WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit g…
Royal Charlie’s now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne’er come back again. Will you no come back again?
I eat my peas with honey; I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on the knife.
Have you ever heard the torrent of… As it curses it’s way to Vitipura… Through rapids vitriolic and catar… To it’s final foul mutterings in…
God and the soldier All men adore In time of trouble, And no more; For when war is over
THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who kept all of his cash in a buck… But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nan took i…
I saw a young mother With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows Came following after. Wherever she moved,
An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray… To a chasm vast and deep and wide, The old man crossed in the twiligh… The sullen stream had no fear for…