The Singular Sangfroid Of Baby Bunting (Guy Wetmore Carryl Poems)
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
They lay the slender body down With all its wealth of wetted hair,Only a daughter of the town, But very young and ...
And this was she! the peerless and the bright,The false world's darling! she who did possess(And held awhile in Europe's ...
OH, dere's lots o' keer an' troubleIn dis world to swaller down;An' ol' Sorrer's purty livelyIn her way o' gittin' ...
And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and uponthe earth, lifted up his hand to heaven, and ...
Yes, it is hard the steep ascent to climbWhence Fame's proud structure beams upon the eye,And well I wot, that ...
AND this was she! the peerless and the bright,The false world's darling! she who did possess,(And held awhile in Europe's ...
WHEN o'er the street the morning peal is flungFrom yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,Its wide vibrations, wafted by ...
Old Time is tramping close to-day-you hear his bluchers fall,A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us ...
As soon as Wolf began to feelThat he would like a decent meal,He went and knocked on Grandma's door.When Grandma ...
A change! no, surely, not a change, The change must be before we die;Death may confer a wider range, From pole to ...
WHERE can the wretched find relief from wo,Or sue for comfort in life's dreary vale?Here can philosophy no aid bestow,And ...
Snake River CountryI now remembered slowly how I came,I, sometime living, sometime with a name,Creeping by iron ways across the ...
Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear, And ...
Died in Norwich, Connecticut, January 18th, 1862, aged 92.Had I an artist's pencil, I might sketchHer as she was, in ...
I hear along our street Pass the minstrel throngs; Hark! they play so sweet,On their hautboys, Christmas songs! Let us by the fire Ever ...
A dark fir-wud hings ower the burn,That wannerin' jinks roun' monny a turn,Far doon oot through the lanely dell,By whilk ...
Once again have I roamed thro' the old-fashioned house,Where my grandfather spent his ninety years.There are strangers in charge, and ...
You flung your taunt across the wave;We bore it as became us,Well knowing that the fettered slaveLeft friendly lips no ...
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.THE ocean wave at morn is calm,Above it glows the quiet ...
I heard the strokes of the midnight bell As they thrilled the quiet air, And saw the soft, white curtains wave In the ...
1.Look up, look up, that heavy browis clouded by no common grief,I've marked it lowering long, but now,ere the heart's ...
SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend,While the Flesh and the Devil are all ...
Sad Autumn is the miser of thy gold; But dead and meek Thy petals speak More than thy beauty told.Now art thou sister ...
I go to the region of dreams, Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams, And a soft and shadowy mist ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein ...
If ever there was a Golden Game To brace the nerves, to cure repining, To put the Dumps to flight and shame, It's ...
Did you ever wait for daylightwhen the stars along the riverFloated thick and white as snowflakesin the water deep and ...
I LEAVE thee, love! In vain hast thouThe God of life implored;My clinging soul is torn from thine,My faithful, my ...
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