Old Robin (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
SELL old Robin, do you say? Well, I reckon not today!I have let you have your way with the land,With ...
SELL old Robin, do you say? Well, I reckon not today!I have let you have your way with the land,With ...
I.Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,With care his sweet person adorning,He put on his Sunday clothes.II.He drew on a ...
IWith their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on the windThe shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on ...
We's invited down to brudder Browns,On a Krismas day,To an ol' time Krismas dinnah,So de imbertation say.De deacons en der ...
THE folks, that on the first of MayWore winter coats and hose,Began to say, the first of June,"Good Lord! how ...
YOU kin talk about yer anthemsAn' yer arias an' sich,An' yer modern choir-singin'That you think so awful rich;But you orter ...
Morning glories, pale as a mist drying,fade from the heat of the day, but alreadyhunchback bees in pirate pants and ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
To DR. SHERMAN LEACH, Columbus, Ohio. Was yo' at de dance an' 'sepshun? At siss Poodle's Chewsday night? Didn't git ...
Reynard, the Fox, was asked to a party."Come", they said, in your Sunday best,For we like good form, tho' the ...
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
I'll sing just now a little song,For you must understand,'Tis of a fine young gentleman,That left his native land-That bid ...
Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, "Our Mr Trim," you know, debonair and neat;Landed here this morning on ...
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday, And even as in ...
I meet with two soldiers sometimes here in HellThe one, with a tear on the seat of hi red pantaloonsWas ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. ...
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