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He saw her once, and in the glance, A moment’s glance of meeting eyes,His heart stood still in sudden trance: He trembled with a sweet surprise—All in the waning light she stood,The star of perfect womanhood.That summer-eve his heart was…
There was a young lady of station‘I love man’ was her sole exclamationBut when men cried, ‘You flatter’She replied, ‘Oh! no matterIsle of Man is the true explanation’
A boat, beneath a sunny skyLingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July— Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing earPleased a simple tale to hear— Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July.…
I never loved a dear Gazelle—Nor anything that cost me much:High prices profit those who sell,But why should I be fond of such? To glad me with his soft black eyeMy son comes trotting home from school;He’s had a fight…
They told me you had been to her,And mentioned me to him;She gave me a good character,But said I could not swim. He sent them word I had not gone.(We know it to be true.)If she should push the matter…
A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,Is what we chiefly need:Pepper and vinegar besidesAre very good indeed—Now if you’re ready, Oysters, dear,We can begin to feed!
Hark, said the dying man, and sighed,To that complaining tone—Like sprite condemned, each eventide,To walk the world alone.At sunset, when the air is still,I hear it creep from yonder hill:It breathes upon me, dead and chill,A moment, and is gone.…
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free,He laughed aloud for very glee:There came a breeze from off the sea: It passed athwart the glooming flat—It fanned his forehead as he sat—It lightly bore away his hat, All…
There are certain things—a spider, a ghost,The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three—That I hate, but the thing that I hate the mostIs a thing they call the SEA. Pour some salt water over the floor—Ugly I’m sure you’ll allow…
Lays of Mystery,Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,And each damp thing that creeps and crawlsWent wobble-wobbl e on the walls. Faint odours of departed cheese,Blown on the dank, unwholesome breeze,Awoke the never ending sneeze.…