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Book: A Little Book of Western Verse

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  • With big tin trumpet and little red drum,
    Marching like soldiers, the children come!
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • The little toy dog is covered with dust,
      But sturdy and stanch he stands;
    25 lines, 5 comments
  • Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo?
      Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?
    16 lines
  • At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft,
    Ffor that a romping wench was shee--
    127 lines
  • There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine,
    And gayly they called to the hostess for wine.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Hush, bonnie, dinna greit;
    Moder will rocke her sweete,--
    28 lines
  • Through sleet and fogs to the saline bogs
      Where the herring fish meanders,
    54 lines
  • Sometime there ben a lyttel boy
    That wolde not renne and play,
    32 lines
  • _Where wail the waters in their flaw
    A spectre wanders to and fro,
    120 lines
  • It is very aggravating
      To hear the solemn prating
    34 lines
  • O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,
      And go where I ask you to wander,
    25 lines
  • "Give me my bow," said Robin Hood,
      "An arrow give to me;
    48 lines
  • Full many a sinful notion
      Conceived of foreign powers
    89 lines
  • Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
    I heard a moder to her dearie singing
    27 lines, 1 comment
  • God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,
      Wherever you may be,—
    27 lines
  • HORACE
    When you were mine in auld lang syne,
    46 lines
  • Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,—
      Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
    23 lines
  • Us two wuz boys when we fell out,--
    Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;
    40 lines
  • Sweet, bide with me and let my love
      Be an enduring tether;
    28 lines
  • A moonbeam floateth from the skies,
    Whispering, \
    27 lines
  • Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,
    For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,
    23 lines
  • This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,
    We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!
    54 lines
  • O hapless day! O wretched day!
      I hoped you'd pass me by—
    61 lines
  • I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown,
    Through yonder lattice creepin';
    32 lines
  • I count my treasures o'er with care.—
      The little toy my darling knew,
    48 lines
  • Krinken was a little child,—
    It was summer when he smiled.
    59 lines
  • My Shepherd is the Lord my God,--
    There is no want I know;
    20 lines
  • There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
      Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
    101 lines
  • Strange that the city thoroughfare,
      Noisy and bustling all the day,
    18 lines
  • A little peach in the orchard grew,--
    A little peach of emerald hue;
    25 lines
  • 'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met;
      And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tender
    52 lines
  • I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;
    I hear it by the stormy sea
    24 lines
  • Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine
      That fairly reeks with precious juices,
    43 lines
  • The fire upon the hearth is low,
    And there is stillness everywhere,
    24 lines
  • Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
      In the golden haze off yonder,
    33 lines
  • Shall I woo the one or other?
      Both attract me—more's the pity!
    13 lines
  • Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye
    Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie May,
    181 lines
  • Though care and strife
    Elsewhere be rife,
    78 lines
  • What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know,
    For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago;
    120 lines
  • The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,
    And there befell the episode I now perpose to tell uv;
    71 lines
  • The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way
    Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play;
    75 lines
  • Fair is the castle up on the hill—
          Hushaby, sweet my own!
    33 lines
  • When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,
    I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like;
    37 lines
  • One night a tiny dewdrop fell
      Into the bosom of a rose,—
    13 lines
  • Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,--
    Lie in my arms and dinna greit;
    32 lines
  • O fountain of Bandusia,
      Whence crystal waters flow,
    25 lines
  • Out on the mountain over the town,
    All night long, all night long,
    27 lines
  • Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,—
      Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;
    18 lines
  • Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,
    Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;
    11 lines
  • The sky is dark and the hills are white
    As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
    21 lines
  • When, to despoil my native France,
    With flaming torch and cruel sword
    40 lines
  • I like the Anglo-Saxon speech
    With its direct revealings;
    48 lines
  • Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81
    A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.
    99 lines
  • I thought myself indeed secure,
      So fast the door, so firm the lock;
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • Hush, little one, and fold your hands;
    The sun hath set, the moon is high;
    18 lines
  • Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote
    Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,
    110 lines
  • What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah,
      With smiles for diet,
    16 lines
  • I once knew all the birds that came
      And nested in our orchard trees;
    34 lines
  • Sing, Christmas bells!
    Say to the earth this is the morn
    42 lines
  • Last night, my darling, as you slept,
      I thought I heard you sigh,
    25 lines, 5 comments
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