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The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here an… The firelight shadows fluttering g… And as the shadows round me creep,
You ask me, friend, Why I don’t send The long since due-and-paid-for nu… Why, songless, I As drunken lie
The gods let slip that fiendish gr… Upon me last week Sunday— No fiercer storm than racked my fo… E’er swept the Bay of Fundy; But now, good-by
O mother-my-love, if you’ll give m… And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautifu… The Dreamland that’s waiting out… We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden…
There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…
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…
If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…
If ever in the sylvan shade A song immortal we have made, Come now, O lute, I pri’ thee com… Inspire a song of Latium. A Lesbian first thy glories prove…
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…
Accept, dear girl, this little tok… And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often s… The love my dying lips shall speak… Our little ones are making merry
Come, Phyllis, I’ve a cask of win… That fairly reeks with precious ju… And in your tresses you shall twin… The loveliest flowers this vale pr… My cottage wears a gracious smile,…
Last night, whiles that the curfew… I heard a moder to her dearie sing… “Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.” And presently that chylde did ceas… And on his moder’s breast did fall…
When I was broke in London in the… I chanced to spy in Oxford Street… ‘A Splendid Horace cheap for Cas… Upon the vaunted bargain, and it w… A finer one I ‘ve never seen, nor…
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,
Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…