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THERE is a singing in the summer… The blue and brown moths flutter o… The stubble bird is creaking in th… And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-h… Pipes the green linnet. Oh, the g…
WHEN He returns, and finds the w… All sleeping, young and old, unfai… Will he stoop down and whisper in… “Awaken!” or for pity’s sake forbe… Saying, “How shall I meet their f…
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.
Sing a song of Spring-time, The world is going round, Blown by the south wind: Listen to its sound. ‘Gurgle’ goes the mill-wheel,
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 an old monk of Bas… Whose salads were something amazin… But he told his confessor That Nebuchadnezzar Had given him hints upon grazing.
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…
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
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…
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the t…
TO the Wake of O’Hara Came company; All St. Patrick’s Alley Was there to see, With the friends and kinsmen
WHO remains in London, In the streets with me, Now that Spring is blowing Warm winds from the sea; Now that trees grow green and tall…
I HAVE two sons, wife’ Two, and yet the same; One his wild way runs, wife, Bringing us to shame. The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim…
