When the nights are gittin' chilly and the leaves begin to fade, An' the mercury's down to thirty, 'stead o' ninety in the shade, There's a happy kind o' feelin' takes possession o' the soul--...
In summer, when the Cuckoo sings, And clouds like greater moons can shine; When every leafy tree doth hold A loving heart that beats with mine: Now, when the Brook has cresses green,...
When the dark comes, 'Is this the end?' I pray, No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again Upon my neck and go Pace with the serious hours....
Let us sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went, Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent. Ladies sighed and sobbed and drivelled, toadies spoke with bated breath,...
Do you know what I will love best of all To do when I'm old? At the close of day When the dusk comes down and the shadows play, And the wind sings loud in the poplars tall,...
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street: The slow hearse and the hosses - slow enough, to say at least,...
When that with meat and drink they had fulfilled Not temperately but like him conceived In monstrous jest at Meudon, whose regale Stands for exemplar of Gargantuan greed,...
'The ladies are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there, And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em too bad. Don't swear.' The ghost of a pause in the shed's rough heart,...
The ferny places gleam at morn, The dew drips off the leaves of corn; Along the brook a mist of white Fades as a kiss on lips of light; For, lo! the poet with his pipe Finds all these melodies are ripe!...
All the uniforms were blue, all the swords were bright and new, When the regiment went marching down the street, All the men were hale and strong as they proudly moved along,...
Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember; - Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December; - Will they never come again, With their song and story?...
When the wine-cup at the lip Slants its sparkling fire, O'er its level, while you sip, Have you marked the finger-tip Of the god DESIRE slip, Of the god DESIRE? Saying - Lo, the hours run!...
When the wine-cup is smiling before us, And we pledge round to hearts that are true, boy, true, Then the sky of this life opens o'er us, And Heaven gives a glimpse of its blue....
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, No fine, heroic drummin'. With two sticks and a milk-can Borne Put up a martial clatter,...
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop, Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top: When you titivate and do the little things you never used,...
Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom's creed, A pitiable doom; for respite brief A care more anxious, or a heavier grief? Is he ungrateful, and doth little heed God's bounty, soon forgotten; or indeed,...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, - But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...