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<title>A Forced March</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">A Forced March</h2>
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<p>The young man is a-walking with his girL Hear him swear</p>
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<p>That he loves her and adores her.</p>
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<p>And he woos her, and, of course, her Little foolish heart doth force her;</p>
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<p>She’s half crazy and her thoughts are in a whirl.</p>
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<p>The young man is a-walking with his girl.</p>
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<p>»(Hear him swear.)</p>
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<p>She is two months old and screaming,</p>
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<p>While around the room he’s steaming,</p>
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<p>And her ma is in bed dreaming;</p>
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<title>A Pastel</title>
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<p>Above all hangs the dreadful night.</p>
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<p>He pleads with her.</p>
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<p>His hand is on her arm.</p>
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<p>They stand in the cold, solemn night, gazing into a brilliantly lighted room. His face is white and terror-stricken. Hers is willful, defiant, and white with the surging impulse of destiny.</p>
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<p>Ten miles away on the Harrisburg road a draggle-tailed rooster crows, but the woman does not falter.</p>
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<p>He pleads with her.</p>
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<p>She shakes off his hand with a gesture of loathing, and takes a step forward toward the lighted room.</p>
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<p>He pleads with her.</p>
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<p>Crystal flakes of moonlight quiver on the trees above; star dust flecks the illimitable rim of the Ineligible. The whicheverness of the Absolute reigns pre-eminent.</p>
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<p>Sin is below; peace above.</p>
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<p>The whip of the north wind trails a keen lash upon them. Carriages sweep by. Frost creeps upon the stones, lies crustily along parapets, spangles and throws back in arctic scintillation the moon’s challenging rays.</p>
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<p>He pleads with her.</p>
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<p>At last she turns, conquered.</p>
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<p>He has refused to treat to oysters.</p>
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<title>A Proof of Love</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">A Proof of Love</h2>
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<p>If you love me as I love you</p>
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<p>(Ah, sweet those words to lover’s ear, ’Twas Lois spake, in accents true.</p>
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<p>So loving, tender, kind and dear.)</p>
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<p>“If you love me as I love you”—</p>
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<p>(Ah, heaven and earth were wrapped in bliss, The wild rose listened, dissolved in dew;</p>
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<p>The very zephyrs sought her kiss.)</p>
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<p>“If you love me as I love you”—</p>
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<p>(Ah, strains from Paradise her words!) “And if I do, what then?” I asked;</p>
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<p>While round us winged the listening birds.</p>
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<p>“If you love me as I love you”—</p>
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<p>She raised those fringed eyes of jet,</p>
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<p>And whispered low in pleading tones: “Just fill the wood box, will you, pet?”</p>
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<title>An E for a Knee</title>
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<p>When Pilgrim fathers landed safe</p>
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<p>On Plymouth Rock at last,</p>
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<p>They bowed their heads and bent a knee, And kept a holy fast.</p>
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<p>But now to celebrate the day We dine—to say the least—</p>
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<p>We add an “e” into their plan And change their fast to feast.</p>
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<title>Charge of the White Brigade</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Charge of the White Brigade</h2>
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<p>Mehitabel, Claribel, Bessie, and Sue</p>
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<p>All in white lawn and ribbons pale blue. Went into a drug store; each sat on a stool,</p>
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<p>And called for some phosphate to make them all cool.</p>
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<p>“Oh! what is that big copper thing over there?” Asked Bessie the gay one, asked Bessie the fair. “Why that,” said the clerk, “is the thing with which we</p>
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<p>Charge the phosphate and soda we sell, don’t you see?”</p>
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<p>“How nice,” said bright Bessie and then they all rose,</p>
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<p>And shook out their ruffles and beautiful clothes; “Please charge those we had,” said the girls—then they flew,</p>
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<p>Mehitabel, Claribel, Bessie, and Sue.</p>
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<title>Decoration Day</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Decoration Day</h2>
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<p>Decoration Day has passed, and the graves of the Northern and Southern soldiers have been duly flower strewn, as is meet and fitting. The valor of the North has been told on a thousand rostrums, and the courage of the South has been related from ten hundred platforms. Battles have been fought again, and redoubts retaken. Much has been said of brotherly love and the bridging of the chasm. The Blue has marched abreast to the common meeting place, and the Gray has marched abreast, and they have met and shaken hands and said the war is over. There can be no such thing as a union of the Blue and the Gray. When you pronounce the words you form the bar that separates them. The Blue is one thing and the Gray is another. There should be no more Blue and no more Gray. If a tribute is to be paid to the heroes on either side whom we wish to keep in remembrance, it should be made by American citizens, not divided by the colors of their garments. There is no need to march by grand armies, by camps, or by posts. If there is to be a shaking of hands, let it be by one citizen of the United States with another. The Gray and Blue are things of the past. In the innermost hearts, in the still, quick memories of the South, the Gray will always live, but it should live as in a shrine, hallowed and hidden from pomp and display. As citizens of a common country, we of the South offer our hands to citizens of the North in peace and fellowship, but we do not mingle the Gray with the Blue.</p>
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<title>Delayed</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Delayed</h2>
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<p>There’S a good time coming—so the optimists all say;</p>
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<p>When everything will be alive and humming. And we’ll have lots of money and sing and dance all day;</p>
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<p>It may be so—but it’s a good time coming.</p>
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<title>Eugene Field</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Eugene Field</h2>
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<p>No gift his genius might have had Of titles high, in church and state, Could charm him as the one he bore,</p>
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<p>Of children’s poet-laureate.</p>
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<p>He smilingly pressed aside his bays And laurel garlands that he won, And bowed his head for baby hands To place a daisy wreath upon.</p>
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<p>He found his kingdom in the ways,</p>
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<p>Of little ones he loved so well,</p>
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<p>For them he tuned his lyre and sang.</p>
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<p>Sweet simple songs of magic spell.</p>
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<p>Ah! greater feat to storm the gates Of children’s pure and cleanly hearts,</p>
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<p>Than to subdue a warring world By stratagems and doubtful arts.</p>
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<p>A tribute paid by chanting choirs And pealing organs rises high;</p>
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<p>But soft and clear, somewhere he hears Through all, a child’s low lullaby.</p>
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<title>Futility</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Futility</h2>
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<p>To be so near—and then to vanish</p>
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<p>Like some unreal creature of the sense; To come so near that every fiber, tingling, Makes ready welcome; then to surge Back into the recesses of the strange, Mysterious unknown. Ye gods!</p>
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<p>What agony to feel thee slowly steal Away from us when, with caught breath And streaming eyes, and parted lips,</p>
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<p>We fain would with convulsive gasp</p>
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<p>And tortured features bow our frame</p>
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<p>In one loud spasm of homage to thy spell!</p>
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<p>But with what grief we find we can not do it; The dream is o’er—we can not sneeze.</p>
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<title>“Get Off the Earth”</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">“Get Off the Earth”</h2>
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<p>Get off the earth,” says I,</p>
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<p>“With your muddy boots and your dirty face;</p>
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<p>Such a bother I never see,</p>
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<p>You’re the biggest torment in the place;</p>
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<p>Forever worryin’ an’ pesterin’ me.</p>
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<p>“Get off the earth,” says I.</p>
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<p>I didn’t mean that, but I was so vexed At the boy’s disturbin’ way;</p>
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<p>I never knew what he would do next In his noisy, mischief-makin’ play.</p>
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<p>“Get off the earth,” says I.</p>
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<p>And that very night the fever came;</p>
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<p>And now I’m cryin’ to heaven in vain For just one more touch of them same Lost little grimy hands again.</p>
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<title>“Goin Home Fur Christmas”</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">“Goin Home Fur Christmas”</h2>
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<p>Pa fussed at ma, and said By gun!</p>
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<p>There wa’n’t no use a talkin’;</p>
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<p>Times wuz too hard to travel round,</p>
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<p>In any way ’cept walkin’,</p>
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<p>And said ’twas nonsense anyhow,</p>
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<p>Folks didn’t want no visitors;</p>
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<p>And said ma needn’t talk no more,</p>
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<p>’Bout goin’ home for Christmas.</p>
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<p>“I’d like to see ’em all,” says ma,</p>
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<p>All pale and almost crvin’;</p>
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<p>A gazin’ out the window, where The snow wuz fairly flyin’;</p>
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<p>“I’ve been a thinkin’, oh so long,</p>
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<p>’Bout mother and my sisters;</p>
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<p>And savin’ every cent I could To’ards goin’ home for Christmas.”</p>
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<p>But pa he frowned and then ma sighed.</p>
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<p>Just once, and kinder’ smilin’,</p>
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<p>Says: “Well, les’ go an’ have some tea,</p>
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<p>The water’s all a-bilin’.”</p>
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<p>To-day pa called us children in To ma’s room—he wuz cryin’—</p>
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<p>And ma wuz—oh so white and still.</p>
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<p>And cold where she wuz lyin’.</p>
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<p>She kinder roused up when we come,</p>
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<p>And turned her face and kissed us,</p>
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<p>And says: “Good-by—oh good-by, dears! I’m goin’ home fur Christmas!”</p>
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<title>Inconsistency</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Inconsistency</h2>
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<p>Call a pretty girl a witch</p>
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<p>And she’ll do her best to charm you.</p>
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<p>Tell an old maid she’s a witch,</p>
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<p>And she certainly will harm you.</p>
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<p>Thus you see how hard it is to please them all.</p>
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<p>Call a pretty maiden “Puss,”</p>
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<p>And she’ll archly smile upon you.</p>
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<p>Call an ancient one a “cat,”</p>
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<p>She will grab an axe and run you.</p>
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<p>The same name will not lit them all, at all.</p>
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<p>If you call your girl a “mouse,”</p>
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<p>She will think it cute and pretty.</p>
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<p>If unto an aged spinster</p>
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<p>You say “rats,” you have our pity.</p>
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<p>Thus you see you need not try to please them all.</p>
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<p>“In a lighthouse by the sea” is what the opera company sang to a forty-dollar audience in Galveston.</p>
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<p>“Yes,” said the tramp as he accepted the dime and made for the lunch counter, “I always hollers when I’m hit and I always hits a man when I’m holler.”</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">It Covers Errors</h2>
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<p>Poetic fame can be won this way:</p>
|
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<p>A If you happen to have not a thing to say, And you happen to be close-pressed for time,</p>
|
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<p>And you can’t for your life get a word to rhyme, And your knowledge of English is somewhat small,</p>
|
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<p>And you have no poetic turn at all,</p>
|
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<p>And can’t write a hand anybody can read.</p>
|
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<p>You are in a first-rate way to succeed;</p>
|
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<p>For who in the world can mix things worse Than a popular writer of dialect verse?</p>
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<title>Jim</title>
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|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Jim</h2>
|
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<p>Thanks, young man; I’ll sit awhile,</p>
|
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<p>And rest while Betsy trades a bit.</p>
|
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<p>We’ve druv ’bout twenty mile to-day;</p>
|
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<p>I’m real tired. Just think of it!</p>
|
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<p>“Me a-restin’ on this here bench ’Mongst all these trees and flowers and sich;</p>
|
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<p>A park! You say? It’s a nice place To drive your team and stop and hitch.</p>
|
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<p>“Farm? Yes, we’ve got a good one;</p>
|
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<p>Two hundred acres as fine as you’ll see, We’re purty well fixed as to worldly things, We’ve worked hard for it, Betsy and me.</p>
|
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<p>“But there’s one thing keeps me mighty sad, We can’t get over it, night or day.</p>
|
||||
<p>Never an hour we don’t think of Jim—</p>
|
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<p>Ten years now, since he went away.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Dead?—No; just got mad and left.</p>
|
||||
<p>Never a word have we heard from him;</p>
|
||||
<p>Ten years of waitin’, hopin’, and prayin’ Jest fur one more sight of Jim.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Jest about your height, young man; Slender and straight as a stalk of corn; Good as gold, though quick to get angry—But, then he was mine and Betsy’s first-born.</p>
|
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<p>“I think if I could git hold of Jim’s hand, And kinder explain the words I said,</p>
|
||||
<p>He’d know his old dad’s heart would ever Be just the same—but I guess Jim’s dead.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Or he never—what’s that you say, sir? You Jim!—My God!—it can’t be true! Come to my heart, boy—closer, closer—Can it be Jim—oh, can it be you?</p>
|
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<p>“Run quick and call your mother!</p>
|
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<p>She’s in the store—come quick again;</p>
|
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<p>I’ll wait here for you. …</p>
|
||||
<p>… Here! Police! Police!</p>
|
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<p>That young feller’s got my watch and chain!”</p>
|
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<title>Just for a Change</title>
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|
||||
<p>The “lullaby boy” to the same old tune, Who abandons his drum and toys,</p>
|
||||
<p>For the purpose of dying in early June,</p>
|
||||
<p>Is the kind the public enjoys.</p>
|
||||
<p>But, just for a change please sing us a song,</p>
|
||||
<p>Of the sore-toed boy that’s fly,</p>
|
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<p>And freckled, and mean, and ugly, and strong. And positively will not die.</p>
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<title>Nothing to Say</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Nothing to Say</h2>
|
||||
<p>You can tell your paper,” the great man said,</p>
|
||||
<p>I refused an interview.</p>
|
||||
<p>I have nothing to say on the question, sir,</p>
|
||||
<p>Nothing to say to you.”</p>
|
||||
<p>And then he talked till the sun went down And the chickens went to roost:</p>
|
||||
<p>And he seized the coat of the poor Post man And never his hold he loosed.</p>
|
||||
<p>And the sun went down and the moon came up, And he talked till the dawn of day;</p>
|
||||
<p>Though he said, “On this subject mentioned by you,</p>
|
||||
<p>I have nothing whatever to say.”</p>
|
||||
<p>And down the reporter dropped to sleep,</p>
|
||||
<p>And flat on the floor he lay;</p>
|
||||
<p>And the last he heard was the great man’s words: “I have nothing at all to say.”</p>
|
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<title>“Only to Lie—”</title>
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|
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<h2 epub:type="title">“Only to Lie—”</h2>
|
||||
<p>Only to lie in the evening,</p>
|
||||
<p>Watching the drifting clouds, O’er the blue heavens sailing; Mystical, dreamlike shrouds. Watching the purple shadows Filling the woodland glades,</p>
|
||||
<p>Only to lie in the twilight Deep in the gathering shade.</p>
|
||||
<p>Only to lie at midnight.</p>
|
||||
<p>Climbing the pitch-dark stairs;</p>
|
||||
<p>Wife at the top of them waiting; Upwards are rising our hairs.</p>
|
||||
<p>Only to lie as she asks us—</p>
|
||||
<p>“Where have you been so late?”</p>
|
||||
<p>Only to lie with judgment—</p>
|
||||
<p>“Cars blocked; I had to wait.”</p>
|
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|
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|
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|
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Prompt</h2>
|
||||
<p>He raised his arm to strike, but lax and slow His arm fell nerveless to his side.</p>
|
||||
<p>He might have struck a mighty ringing blow. A blow that might have been his joy and pride.</p>
|
||||
<p>But no—his strength at once did fade away, A sudden blow seemed all his soul to fix; He was a workman, working by the day,</p>
|
||||
<p>And heard the whistle blow the hour of six.</p>
|
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|
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|
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|
||||
<title>Rileys Luck</title>
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Rileys Luck</h2>
|
||||
<p>Riley was a lazy fellow,</p>
|
||||
<p>Never worked a bit;</p>
|
||||
<p>All day long in some store comer On a chair he’d sit.</p>
|
||||
<p>Never talked much—too much trouble—Tired his jaws, you see;</p>
|
||||
<p>When his folks got out of victuals,</p>
|
||||
<p>“Just my luck!” says he.</p>
|
||||
<p>Fellow offered him ten dollars If he’d work two days;</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley crossed his legs and looked up Through the sun’s hot rays;</p>
|
||||
<p>Then he leaned back in the shadow, Sadly shook his head;</p>
|
||||
<p>“Never asked me till hot weather—Just my luck !” he said.</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley courted Sally Hopkins In a quiet way;</p>
|
||||
<p>When he saw Jim Dobsen kiss her, “Just my luck!” he’d say.</p>
|
||||
<p>Leap Year came, and Mandy Perkins Sought his company;</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley sighed, and married Mandy—“Just my luck!” he’d say.</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley took his wife out fishing In a little boat;</p>
|
||||
<p>Storm blew up and turned them over; Mandy couldn’t float.</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley sprang into the river,</p>
|
||||
<p>Seized her by the hair.</p>
|
||||
<p>Swam a mile into the shore where Friends pulled out the pair.</p>
|
||||
<p>Mandy was so full of water Seemed she’d surely die.</p>
|
||||
<p>Doctors worked with her two hours Ere she moved an eye.</p>
|
||||
<p>They told Riley she was better;</p>
|
||||
<p>Doctors were in glee.</p>
|
||||
<p>Riley chewed an old pine splinter—</p>
|
||||
<p>“Just my luck!” says he.</p>
|
||||
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
||||
<title>Some Day</title>
|
||||
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Some Day</h2>
|
||||
<p>Some day—not now; oh, ask me not again; Impassioned, low, and deep, with wild regret;</p>
|
||||
<p>Thy words but fill my heart with haunting pain—Some day, but oh, my friend—not yet—not yet.</p>
|
||||
<p>Perchance when time hath wrought some wondrous change,</p>
|
||||
<p>And fate hath swept her barriers away.</p>
|
||||
<p>Then, lifted to some higher, freer range.</p>
|
||||
<p>Thou may’st return and speak again—some day.</p>
|
||||
<p>Oh, leave me now—do not so coldly turn!</p>
|
||||
<p>Thou seest my very soul has suffered sore. Adieu. But, oh, some day thou canst return And bring that drygoods bill to me once more.</p>
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
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|
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||||
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|
||||
<title>Spring</title>
|
||||
<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Spring</h2>
|
||||
<p>A Dialect Poem</p>
|
||||
<p>Oh, dinna ye fash yT sel’ hinny,</p>
|
||||
<p>Varum kanst du nicht the thing see?</p>
|
||||
<p>Don’t always be kicking, me darlint;</p>
|
||||
<p>Toujours le meme chose will not be.</p>
|
||||
<p>Tout le monde will grow brighter, ye spalpeen; Und das zeit will get better, you bet;</p>
|
||||
<p>Arrah! now will yez stop dot complainin’</p>
|
||||
<p>Und a creat pig quick move on you get.</p>
|
||||
<p>Ach, Gott! gina de monka a peanutte;</p>
|
||||
<p>Und schmile some, for sweet spring is here,</p>
|
||||
<p>Gott in himmel, carrambo das was sehr gut,</p>
|
||||
<p>Kase its purty nigh time fur bock beer.</p>
|
||||
</section>
|
||||
</body>
|
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|
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|
||||
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||||
<head>
|
||||
<title>Superlatives</title>
|
||||
<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
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||||
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<section id="superlatives" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Superlatives</h2>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>“I think the song that is sweetest Is the one that is never sung;</p>
|
||||
<p>That lies in the heart of the singer,</p>
|
||||
<p>Too grand for mortal tongue.”</p>
|
||||
<p>—Some poet or other.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>The hen egg that is largest</p>
|
||||
<p>Was the one she never laid;</p>
|
||||
<p>And the biggest bet in all the world Was the one we never made.</p>
|
||||
<p>And the biggest fight that Dallas had Was the one that did not go;</p>
|
||||
<p>And the finest poet in the world was the one That didn’t write “Beautiful Snow.”</p>
|
||||
<p>The finest country in all the world Has never yet been explored,</p>
|
||||
<p>And the finest artesian well in town Has not at this time been bored.</p>
|
||||
</section>
|
||||
</body>
|
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</html>
|
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||||
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|
||||
<title>The Old Farm</title>
|
||||
<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
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||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<section id="the-old-farm" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Old Farm</h2>
|
||||
<p>Just now when the whitening blossoms flare. On the apple trees, and the growing grass Creeps forth, and a balm is in the air;</p>
|
||||
<p>With my lighted pipe and well-filled glass Of the old farm I am dreaming,</p>
|
||||
<p>And softly smiling, seeming To see the bright sun beaming Upon the old home farm.</p>
|
||||
<p>And when I think how we milked the cows,</p>
|
||||
<p>And hauled the hay from the meadows low,</p>
|
||||
<p>And walked the furrows behind the plows,</p>
|
||||
<p>And chapped the cotton to make it grow, I’d much rather be here dreaming,</p>
|
||||
<p>And, smiling, only seeming To see that hot sun beaming Upon the old home farm.</p>
|
||||
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|
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|
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|
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|
||||
<title>The Pewee</title>
|
||||
<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
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||||
<section id="the-pewee" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Pewee</h2>
|
||||
<p>In the hush of the drowsy afternoon.</p>
|
||||
<p>When the very mind on the breast of June Lies settled, and hot white tracery Of the shattered sunlight flitters free</p>
|
||||
<p>Through the unstinted leaves to the pied cool sward,</p>
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<p>On a dead tree branch sings the saddest bard Of the birds that be.</p>
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<p>’Tis the lone pewee;</p>
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<p>Its note is a sob, and its song is pitched In a single key like a soul bewitched To a mournful minstrelsy.</p>
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<p>“Pewee, Pewee,” doth it ever cry;</p>
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<p>A sad, sweet, minor threnody</p>
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<p>That threads the aisles of the dim hot grove</p>
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<p>Like a tale of a wrong or a vanished love,</p>
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<p>And the fancy comes that the wee dun bird Perchance was a maid, and her heart was stirred By some lover’s rhyme In a golden time,</p>
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<p>And broke when the world turned false and old; And her dreams grew dark and her faith grew cold,</p>
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<p>In some fairy far-off clime.</p>
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<p>And her soul crept into the pewee’s breast;</p>
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<p>And forever she cries with a strange unrest For something lost, in the afternoon;</p>
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<p>For something missed from the lavish June;</p>
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<p>For the heart, that died in the long ago;</p>
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<p>For the livelong pain that pierceth so;</p>
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<p>Thus the pewee cries,</p>
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<p>While the evening lies</p>
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<p>Steeped in the languorous still sunshine,</p>
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<p>Rapt, to the leaf and the bough and the vine, Of some hopeless paradise.</p>
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<p>A man may avoid the Nin-com-poop By flying fast and far.</p>
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<p>And even subdue the Scalawag By stratagems of war.</p>
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<p>And he even may dodge the Fly-up-the-Creek If he’s lucky and does not fear;</p>
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<p>And sometimes conquer the powerful chump. Though the victory cost him dear.</p>
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<p>And a brave man may do up the Galoot, Though it be a terrible fight,</p>
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<p>But no man yet has escaped from the clutch Of the terrible Blatherskite.</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">To a Portrait</h2>
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<p>She might have been some princess fair, From Nile’s banks where lotus blooms;</p>
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<p>Or one of Pharaoh’s daughters there Asleep amid long molded tombs.</p>
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<p>Or fairy princess sweet and proud,</p>
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<p>Or gipsy queen with regal smiles;</p>
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<p>Helen of Troy, or Guinevere,</p>
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<p>Or Vivien with her witching smile.</p>
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<p>Or Zozo’s Queen, or Lily Clay,</p>
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<p>Or <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Langtry; or a maid Of fashion, who, in costume scant.</p>
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<p>Her charms is wont to have arrayed.</p>
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<p>But none of these she is—not e’en,</p>
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<p>Andromeda chained on the rocks.</p>
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<p>I found her lovely, lone, and lorn A chromo on a cracker box.</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Toddlekins</h2>
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<p>Toddlekins climbed up the long, long stair;</p>
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<p>Chubby and fat and round was he; With rosy cheeks and curling hair, Jolly and fair and gay was he.</p>
|
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<p>Toddlekins knocked on the office door; Within at a desk a stern man sat;</p>
|
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<p>Wrote with a pen while a frown he wore, When he heard on the door a rat-tat-tat.</p>
|
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<p>Toddlekins cried, “Oh please let me in! I’ve come to see you, the door is fast!”</p>
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<p>Oh, voice so soft, it will surely win The heart of the stern, cold man at last!</p>
|
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<p>But he heeded not the pleading cry Of Toddlekins out on the lonely stair;</p>
|
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<p>And Toddlekins left with a sorrowful sigh, Toddlekins round, and chubby and fair,</p>
|
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<p>Oh, man so stem, when you stand and plead At the door of your Father’s house on high;</p>
|
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<p>What if he, merciless, pay no heed;</p>
|
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<p>Pitiless, turns from your helpless cry!</p>
|
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<p>But the man wrote on with a stony stare;</p>
|
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<p>He was an editor, poor and ill;</p>
|
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<p>And Toddlekins, chubby and round and fair,</p>
|
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<p>Was a butcher that brought a big meat bill.</p>
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<title>Turkish Questions</title>
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<section id="turkish-questions" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Turkish Questions</h2>
|
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<p>Oh, Sultan, tell us quick, we pray What was it Pasha Said?</p>
|
||||
<p>And have they burned the vilayet?</p>
|
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<p>So many tales we’ve read.</p>
|
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<p>Who was it passed the Dardanelles?</p>
|
||||
<p>And were they counterfeit?</p>
|
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<p>And why was Kharput beaten so?</p>
|
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<p>Was there much dust in it?</p>
|
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<p>Oh, Ottoman, to do like you Who Hassan eye to see The woes your country has to hear—Armenia heart must be!</p>
|
||||
<p>And tell us, is the Bosphorus?</p>
|
||||
<p>Or is it still for you?</p>
|
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<p>Why is it that you every day Mustafa head or two?</p>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Unknown Title</h2>
|
||||
<p>An old woman who lived in Fla.</p>
|
||||
<p>Had some neighbors who all the time ba Tea, sugar, and soap Till she said: “I do hope Til never see folks that are ha.”</p>
|
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<title>Vanity</title>
|
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<section id="vanity" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Vanity</h2>
|
||||
<p>A poet sang a song so wondrous sweet,</p>
|
||||
<p>That toiling thousands paused and listened long;</p>
|
||||
<p>So lofty, strong, and noble were his themes,</p>
|
||||
<p>It seemed that strength supernal swayed his song.</p>
|
||||
<p>He, god-like, chided poor, weak, weeping man, And bade him dry his foolish, shameful tears. Taught that each soul on its proud self should lean,</p>
|
||||
<p>And from that rampart scorn all earth-born fears.</p>
|
||||
<p>The poet groveled on a fresh-heaped mound Raised o’er the grave of one he fondly loved,</p>
|
||||
<p>And cursed the world, and drenched the sod with tears,</p>
|
||||
<p>And all the flimsy mockery of his precepts proved.</p>
|
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