A little peach in an orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew.
A little peach in an orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew.
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.
I'm being assessed for it. I get nothing, ... I was told by the time I got my tax bill I would get water. My mistake was in not asking them what year.
Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace. Field was referring to Creston Clarke's performance of King Lear in Denver in 1880.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
The world on which I'm blinking;
My fellow-men--I love them when
I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.
Listen to my tale of woe.
Think of me ever, Mary, as the boy you used to know
When time was fleet, and life was sweet, and I was Mary's beau.
It was the biggest fish I caught that got away.
I love him madly--
That I might save
Him from the grave
I'd give my life, and give it gladly!
Glory to God, whom this dear Child
Hath by His coming reconciled,
And whose redeeming love again
Brings peace on earth, good will to men!
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple pie and cheese.
The Northland's heart was a heart of ice,
A diamond glacier, mountain high--
Oh, love is sweet at any price,
As well know you and I!
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew.
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
Oh, for a glimpse of Mother's face!
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
Go now and wring thy hands, false king!
And when that other comes to you,
God grant her love may shine
Through all your life, as fair and true
As mamma's does through mine!
Yet of the love we bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes--
And there were tears in mine!
Sweetheart, take this, a soldier said,
And bid me brave good-by;
It may befall we ne'er shall wed,
But love can never die.
He played the King as though under momentary apprehension that someone else was about to play the ace.
Oh, for an hour in that dear place!
A very different party from the man we thought ter see,--
A nice 'nd clean old gentleman, so dignerfied 'nd calm,
You bet yer life he never did no human bein' harm!
At any rate, since then
(With a precedent in Ben),
The women-folk have been in love with us bald-headed men!
If this life that we live be a dreaming
(As pessimist people are thinking),
To induce pleasant dreams there is nothing, meseems,
Like this sweet prescription,
That baffles description--
This drinking,
and drinking,
and drinking.
Oh, for the peace of that dear time!
A mighty cry of love made he--
No answering word to him gave she,
But looked, and then sunk back again
Into the dark and depthless sea.
It's June ag'in, an' with it all what happiness is mine -
There's goin' to be a picnic, an' I'm goin' to jine!
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories