The women-folk are like to books,— Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. I hear that many are for sale,—

O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were so… He ransacked all the shops in town For pictures new and pictures old. He gave the folk of earth no peace…

He placed a rose in my nut-brown h… A deep red rose with a fragrant he… And said: 'We’ll set this day apa… So sunny, so wondrous fair.' His face was full of a happy light…

All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall,

Why do you shun me, Chloe, like t… That, fearful of the breezes and t… Has sought her timorous mother sin… And on the pathless mountain tops… Her trembling heart a thousand fea…

If I were Francois Villon and Fr… What would it matter to me how the… _He_ would in sweaty anguish toil… And still not keep the prowling, g… But, with my valiant bottle and my…

I was just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Floating in upon the light Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing

Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.

Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bothe… With prattlings and with vain ado Your worthy and industrious mother… Eschewing them that come to woo? Oh, that the awful truth might qui…

Her nature is the sea’s, that smil… A radiant maiden in the moon’s sof… The unsuspecting seaman sets his s… Forgetful of the fury of her gales… To-morrow, mad with storms, the oc…

My harp is on the willow-tree, Else would I sing, O love, to the… A song of long-ago— Perchance the song that Miriam su… Ere yet Judea’s heart was wrung

The mountain brook sung lonesomeli… Ez if it waited for a child to jin… The wild-flowers uv the hillside b… The music uv the little feet that… The magpies, like winged shadders,…

There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered, Yet, somehow, in these modern days… It’s almost disappeared; It was the usage years ago,

Our Father who art in heaven, hal… Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be don… Give us this day our daily bread,… As we our earthly debts forgive—by… When tempted or by evil vexed, res…