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Of mornings, bright and early, When the lark is on the wing And the robin in the maple Hops from her nest to sing, From yonder cheery chamber
When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies— As though it were a wandering clou… The ghostly dream-ship flies. An angel stands at the dream-ship’…
To-day I strayed in Charing Cros… With thinking of my home and frien… There was no water in my eyes, but… And my heart lay like a sodden, so… This way and that streamed multitu…
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirra… With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless… On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your tress…
This talk about the journalists th… We’ve got a Western editor that’s… He lives here in Mizzoora where t… In ante-bellum notions that they v… But the paper he is running makes…
I looked in the brook and saw a fa… Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and willows in t… And they clutched at the brook as… And the brook it ran its own sweet…
On afternoons, when baby boy has h… And sits, like any monarch on his… In some such wise my handkerchief… And cautiously and quietly I move… Then, with a cry, I suddenly expo…
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,… Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I kenned… But my harte been allwais the same… Ailsie, I colde not say you ill,
Sing, Christmas bells! Say to the earth this is the morn Whereon our Saviour-King is born; Sing to all men,-the bond, the fre… The rich, the poor, the high, the…
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The Child of Bethlehem lay— Above that Syrian hill afar
Through sleet and fogs to the sali… Where the herring fish meanders, An army sped, and then, 't is said… Swore terribly in Flanders: “————!”
Father calls me William, sister c… Mother calls me Willie, but the f… Mighty glad I ain’t a girl - ruth… Without them sashes, curls, an’ th… Love to chawnk green apples an’ go…
Once—it was many years ago. In early wedded life, Ere yet my loved one had become A very knowing wife, She came to me and said: 'My dear…
The day is done; and, lo! the shad… Melt 'neath Diana’s mellow grace. Hark, how those deep, designing ma… Feign terror in this sylvan place! Come, friends, it’s time that we s…