Category: Poetry
Full forty years have passed and gone, Since early on a winter’s morn, My infant eyes first struck the light. At once I showed my baby-spite, To find my new abode so plain, And half resolved I’d not remain. If I had unexpected come, And found this unpretending home, I might th...
I’m tired now of history. I’ve learned it all, and can not see Why we have to know so much About the English, French, and Dutch, And all these men of ancient times, Their virtue...
4. Part 4Not for you cremating pyre, Because “it’s been your great desire To wholly shun _post mortem_ fire,” And thus to save your “bakin’.” Because you have this hope behind you, Don’t...
1. Part 1Full forty years have passed and gone, Since early on a winter’s morn, My infant eyes first struck the light. At once I showed my baby-spite, To find my new abode so plain, And...
3. Part 3This season of old, We’ve often been told, Was the time of all others For youth to be bold; So the brave and the fair May venture to dare, Like the birds of the air, Their feeli...
5. Part 5Now, gents, stop your blushing; I did not intend To step on the toes of a single male friend. Your modesty might personalities dread, So I will say that this model depicted--_is...