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... Rest ! " , " Songs without Words , " " What Will We Do ? " . " The Charles Scribner's Sons : For permission to use Dinkey - Bird , " " Dutch Lullaby , " " The Little Peach , " " The Truth About Horace , " by Eugene Field . CONTENTS The ...
... Rest ! " , " Songs without Words , " " What Will We Do ? " . " The Charles Scribner's Sons : For permission to use Dinkey - Bird , " " Dutch Lullaby , " " The Little Peach , " " The Truth About Horace , " by Eugene Field . CONTENTS The ...
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... Rest ! Imitation The Mighty Must Midsummer Madness Mavrone . Arthur Guiterman . Charles Stuart Calverley 372 Oliver Wendell Holmes 374 . Robert J. Burdette 374 Anthony C. Deane 375 W. S. Gilbert Unknown 376 377 378 Contents xvii PAGE ...
... Rest ! Imitation The Mighty Must Midsummer Madness Mavrone . Arthur Guiterman . Charles Stuart Calverley 372 Oliver Wendell Holmes 374 . Robert J. Burdette 374 Anthony C. Deane 375 W. S. Gilbert Unknown 376 377 378 Contents xvii PAGE ...
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... ; O it's then's the times a feller is a - feelin ' at his best , With the risin ' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest , Two Men 35 As he leaves the house , bare 34 Banter 333 When Moonlike Ore the Hazure Seas A A Milne Thackeray.
... ; O it's then's the times a feller is a - feelin ' at his best , With the risin ' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest , Two Men 35 As he leaves the house , bare 34 Banter 333 When Moonlike Ore the Hazure Seas A A Milne Thackeray.
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... rest , I'm dear to Moll and Nan ! I am a Merry Jest ! ENVOY : Prince , you may storm and ban- Joe Millers are a pest , Suppress me if you can ! I am a Merry Jest ! Andrew Lang . How to Eat Watermelons VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING THESE ...
... rest , I'm dear to Moll and Nan ! I am a Merry Jest ! ENVOY : Prince , you may storm and ban- Joe Millers are a pest , Suppress me if you can ! I am a Merry Jest ! Andrew Lang . How to Eat Watermelons VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING THESE ...
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... rest ? Anthony C. Deane . AN OLD BACHELOR ' Twas raw , and chill , and cold outside , With a boisterous wind untamed , But I was sitting snug within , Where my good log - fire flamed . As my clock ticked , My cat purred , And my kettle ...
... rest ? Anthony C. Deane . AN OLD BACHELOR ' Twas raw , and chill , and cold outside , With a boisterous wind untamed , But I was sitting snug within , Where my good log - fire flamed . As my clock ticked , My cat purred , And my kettle ...
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Ahkond of Swat ain't Akhoond Arthur Guiterman BALLAD beautiful bird black crow blue Bouillabaisse Brown Charles Stuart Calverley cried dead dear drink Edward Lear face fair father fish Frederick Locker-Lampson Gelett Burgess girl give green grew hair hand head heard heart James Kenneth Stephen John King kiss knew lady laugh live look Lord maid maiden married Mary merry mind moon morning mother ne'er never night nose o'er Oliver Herford once play poor pray Purple Cow quoth rhyme rose round sigh sing smile song soul sure Swat sweet tail tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought took town turned Twas Unknown W. M. Thackeray W. S. Gilbert walk wife wind wine wonder words Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo young
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Page 382 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ! They'll have fleet steeds that follow !
Page 564 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Page 581 - ... em, Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Page 110 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. 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'.
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Page 624 - O'er a' the ills o" life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.
Page 485 - You are old, father William" the young man said, " And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right ? " "In my youth," father William replied to his son, " I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
Page 869 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.