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How calm, how beauteous and how co… How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent poo… That in this quiet forest lies. The sunshine ripples on its face,
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…
How cool and fair this cellar wher… My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to sing And drown the time my task is. The cooper he’s
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…
A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…
Bambino in his cradle slept; And by his side his grandam grim Bent down and smiled upon the chil… And sung this lullaby to him,— This 'ninna and anninia’:
Dear wife, last midnight, whilst… The tomes you so despise, A spectre rose beside the bed, And spake in this true wise: 'From Canaan’s beatific coast
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
Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own! The night is fair, and the waves a… And the wind is singing to you and… In this lowly home beside the sea—
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’…
The Blue and the Gray collided on… In the future great town of Misso… And if all that we hear is the tru… That they tackled each other with… While the weather waxed hot they h…
There, there, poor dog, my faithfu… Pay you no heed unto my sorrow: But feast to-day while yet you may… Who knows but we shall starve to-m… “Give us a tune,” the foemen cried…
Friend, by the way you hump yourse… And born in old Mizzourah, where… I, too, am a native of that clime,… Has doomed me to an exile far from… And I, who used to climb around a…
(HORACE’S ODES, III, I) I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I 'booh’ ‘… But pretty girls and nice young me… Observe a proper silence when
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…