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Sida 177 - Where, 0 where are life's lilies and roses, Nursed in the golden dawn's smile ? Dead as the bulrushes round little Moses, On the old banks of the Nile. Where are the Marys, and Anns, and Elizas, Loving and lovely of yore ? Look in the columns of old Advertisers,— Married and dead by the score.
Sida 131 - 11 get into my fishing-boat, and fix the fellow soon ; " Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snow-white lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam. 10 Alas for those two loving ones ! she waked not from her
Sida 51 - L'INCONNUE. Is thy name Mary, maiden fair ? Such should, mcthinks, its music be ; The sweetest name that mortals bear, Were best befitting thee ; And she, to whom it once was given, Was half of earth and half of heaven. I hear thy voice, I see thy smile, 1
Sida 222 - des Vaches, Till lazy Coleridge, by the morning's light, Gazed for a moment on the fields of white, And lo, the glaciers found at length a tongue, Mont Blanc was vocal, and Chamouni sung I Children of wealth or want, to each is given One spot of green, and all the blue of heaven
Sida 29 - LYRICS. THE LAST READER. I SOMETIMES sit beneath a tree, And read my own sweet songs ; Though nought they may to others be, Each humble line prolongs A tone that might have passed away, But for that scarce remembered lay. 1 keep them like a lock or leaf, That some dear girl has given ; Frail record of
Sida 36 - AN EVENING THOUGHT. WRITTEN AT SEA. IF sometimes in the dark blue eye, Or in the deep red wine, Or soothed by gentlest melody, Still warms this heart of mine, Yet something colder in the blood, And calmer in the brain, Have whispered that my youth's bright flood Ebbs, not to flow again.
Sida 116 - THE DORCHESTER GIANT. THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he ; He had a wife, but she was a scold, So he kept her shut in his mammoth fold ; And he had children three. It happened to be an election day, And the giants were choosing a king
Sida 125 - Bang went the magazine ! I saw a poet dip a scroll Each moment in a tub, I read upon the warping back, " The Dream of Beelzebub " ; He could not see his verses burn, Although his brain was fried, And ever and anon he bent To wet them as they dried. I saw the scalding pitch
Sida 249 - s a vastly pleasing prospect, when you 're screwing out a laugh, That your very next year's income is diminished by a half, And a little boy trips barefoot that Pegasus may go, And the baby's milk is watered that your Helicon may flow ! No;—the joke has been a good one,—but I 'm getting fond of quiet, And
Sida 116 - The people were not democrats then, They did not talk of the rights of men, And all that sort of thing. Then the giant took his children three And fastened them in the pen ; The children roared ; quoth the giant, " Be still ! " And Dorchester Heights and Milton Hill