CHILDREN indeed are we—childre… Within a wondrous dwelling, while… Stretch the sad vapors and the voi… The house is fair, yet all is deso… Because our Father comes not; clo…

There was a young lady of Wilts, Who walked up to Scotland on stil… When they said it was shocking To show so much stocking She answered: “Then what about ki…

There once was a girl of Lahore, The same shape behind as before; As no one knew where To offer a chair, She had to sit down on the floor.

There once was an old monk of Bas… Whose salads were something amazin… But he told his confessor That Nebuchadnezzar Had given him hints upon grazing.

There was a young lady named Laur… Who went to the wilds of Angora, She came back on a goat With a beautiful coat, And notes of the fauna and flora.

TO the Wake of O’Hara Came company; All St. Patrick’s Alley Was there to see, With the friends and kinsmen

SHE passes in her beauty bright Amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight… And bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours,

True—there are books and books. T… For instance, and there’s Bacon; There’s Longfellow, and Monstrele… And also Colton’s “ Lacon,” With “Laws of Whist” and those o…

HOW many colors here do we see se… Like rings upon God’€™s finger? S… Some four, some six, some seven.… To left of red, to right of violet… Waits darkness deep as night and b…

NOW, sitting by her side, worn ou… Behold, I fell to sleep, and had… Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice… Crying aloud, “The Master on His… Openeth now the seventh seal of wo…

There once was an old man of Lyme Who married three wives at a time, When asked, “Why a third?” He replied, "One’s absurd! And bigamy, sir, is a crime.

There was a young lady of Wilts, Who walked up to Scotland on stil… When they said it was shocking To show so much stocking She answered: ‘Then what about ki…

I would not wish thee other than t… I love thee, love, so well in ever… That had I power to change thee In form or face or mind, I could not find

Part I. A couple old sat o’er the fire, And they were bent and gray; They burned the charcoal for their… Who lived long leagues away.

WHO calls me bold because I won… And did not pine, And waste my life with secret pain… To make him mine? I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s s…