A Little Book of American Humorous VerseThomas Augustine Daly David McKay Company, 1926 - 149 страница |
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... Lip and the Heart NE day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose , Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose . The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue , And made him vouch - a lie ! The slave his servile anthem ...
... Lip and the Heart NE day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose , Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose . The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue , And made him vouch - a lie ! The slave his servile anthem ...
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... lip can speak is worth The silence of the heart . 8 . CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE A Visit from St. Nicholas ( 1779-1863 ) " TWAS the night before Christmas , when all through Τ the house Not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse ; The ...
... lip can speak is worth The silence of the heart . 8 . CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE A Visit from St. Nicholas ( 1779-1863 ) " TWAS the night before Christmas , when all through Τ the house Not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse ; The ...
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... lips while meeting . Oh ! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time through Life's dominions , We here a while would now beguile The graybeard of his pinions , To drink to - night , with hearts as light , To loves as gay and fleeting As ...
... lips while meeting . Oh ! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time through Life's dominions , We here a while would now beguile The graybeard of his pinions , To drink to - night , with hearts as light , To loves as gay and fleeting As ...
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... . But now he walks the streets , And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan , And he shakes his feeble head , That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " ( 1809-1894 ) OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES The mossy marbles rest On the lips 31.
... . But now he walks the streets , And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan , And he shakes his feeble head , That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " ( 1809-1894 ) OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES The mossy marbles rest On the lips 31.
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Thomas Augustine Daly. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom , And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said , — Poor old lady ...
Thomas Augustine Daly. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom , And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said , — Poor old lady ...
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Ahkoond apple toddy apple-pie and cheese ARTHUR GUITERMAN Behold the deeds blue Breitmann gife Burke and Shea Cap'n John Smith Casey Casey's Caty Caty-did CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL CHRISTOPHER MORLEY Darby Deacon dead dinneh DON MARQUIS ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER EUGENE FIELD eyes FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS gife a barty graveyard rabbit gwine head heart heerd HENRY CUYLER BUNNER humorous verse JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Job Caruthers Jonah JOYCE KILMER keer of yourse'f Kelly and Burke laugh lips look Lord mighty Miniver Monsignore morning never night Noah OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES one-hoss shay Passamquoddy Pindar Pindar Peel poem poet Prayer right-hand leg Robinson he Sez rose sech sing skipper smile song soul stood Struthers Sultan sun s a-slantin Swat sweet T. A. DALY Take keer tell there's thet THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou thought tree twas useter vine wine
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Страница 32 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Страница 31 - THE LAST LEAF I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through Mie town.
Страница 32 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Страница 37 - Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup !" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text, — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill. — First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill, — And...
Страница 36 - EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten; "Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; — Running as usual; much the same. Thirty and Forty at last arrive, And then come Fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE.
Страница 41 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side, With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Страница 42 - em, danced 'em, druv 'em, Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells — All is, he could n't love 'em. But long o' her his veins 'ould run All crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o' sun Ez a south slope in Ap'il.
Страница 66 - You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house ; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. LVI For 'Is' and 'IS-NOT' though with Rule and Line, And 'UP-AND-DOWN...
Страница 22 - ... reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name. " Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! — To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Страница 61 - Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand: It was Euchre. The same He did not understand; But he smiled, as he sat by the table, With the smile that was childlike and bland.