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Cupid's Darts, Which Are A Growing Menace To The Public
By:Unknown Author
Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry,
Dropping hastily my curry and retiring into balk;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
A Appeal For Are To The Sextant Of The Old Brick Meetinouse By A Gasper
By:Arabella M. Willson
The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps
And dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Schoolmaster, Abroad With His Son
By:Charles Stuart Calverley
O what harper could worthily harp it,
Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Companions, A Tale Of A Grandfather
By:Charles Stuart Calverley
I know not of what we ponder'd
Or made pretty pretence to talk,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Exactly So
By:Lady T. Hastings
A speech, both pithy and concise,
Marks a mind acute and wise;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Millennium
By:James Kenneth Stephen
Will there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
School
By:James Kenneth Stephen
If there is a vile, pernicious,
Wicked and degraded rule,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Her Little Feet
By:William Ernest Henley
Her little feet!... Beneath us ranged the sea,
She sat, from sun and wind umbrella-shaded,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Birth Of Saint Patrick
By:Samuel Lover
On the eighth day of March it was, some people say,
That Saint Pathrick at midnight he first saw the day;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
To My Empty Purse
By:Geoffrey Chaucer
To you, my purse, and to none other wight,
Complain I, for ye be my lady dere;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
If We Didn't Have To Eat
By:Nixon Waterman
Life would be an easy matter
If we didn't have to eat.

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Cupid
By:William Blake
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Erring In Company
By:Franklin Pierce Adams
"If I have erred, I err in company with Abraham Lincoln."
- Theodore Roosevelt.

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Prayer Of Cyrus Brown
By:Sam Walter Foss
"The proper way for a man to pray,"
Said Deacon Lemuel Keyes,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Our Native Birds
By:Nathan Haskell Dole
Alone I sit at eventide;
The twilight glory pales,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
In The Catacombs
By:Harlan Hoge Ballard
Sam Brown was a fellow from way down East,
Who never was "staggered" in the least.

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Propinquity Needed
By:Charles Battell Loomis
Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie,
A coryphée who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Truth About Horace
By:Eugene Field
It is very aggravating
To hear the solemn prating

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Legend Of Heinz Von Stein
By:Charles Godfrey Leland
Out rode from his wild, dark castle
The terrible Heinz von Stein;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
To Minerva
By:Thomas Hood
My temples throb, my pulses boil,
I'm sick of Song and Ode and Ballad

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Old Stuff
By:Bert Leston Taylor
If I go to see the play,
Of the story I am certain;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Ode To Work In Springtime
By:Thomas R. Ybarra
Oh, would that working I might shun,
From labour my connection sever,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
To The Pliocene Skull
By:Francis Bret Harte
"Speak, O man less recent!
Fragmentary fossil!

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Early Rising
By:John Godfrey Saxe
"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Comic Miseries
By:John Godfrey Saxe
My dear young friend, whose shining wit
Sets all the room a-blaze,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Winter Dusk
By:R. K. Munkittrick
The prospect is bare and white,
And the air is crisp and chill;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
A Rondelay
By:Peter Anthony Motteux
Man is for woman made,
And woman made for man:

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Shake, Mulleary And Go-Ethe
By:Henry Cuyler Bunner
I have a bookcase, which is what
Many much better men have not.

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Height Of The Ridiculous
By:Oliver Wendell Holmes
I wrote some lines once on a time
In wondrous merry mood,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
A Familiar Letter To Several Correspondents
By:Oliver Wendell Holmes
Yes, write if you want to - there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Two Men
By:Edwin Arlington Robinson
There be two men of all mankind
That I should like to know about;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
When The Frost Is On The Punkin
By:James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas
By:William Makepeace Thackeray
When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Old Fashioned Fun
By:William Makepeace Thackeray
When that old joke was new,
It was not hard to joke,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Ultimate Joy
By:Unknown Author
I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book
And I've lingered in delight to catch the rhythm of the brook;

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
From A Full Heart
By:Alan Alexander Milne
In days of peace my fellow-men
Rightly regarded me as more like

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Mark Twain: A Pipe Dream
By:Oliver Herford
Well I recall how first I met
Mark Twain - an infant barely three

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
Malbrouck
By:Father Prout

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
To Phoebe
By:William Schwenck Gilbert
"Gentle, modest little flower,
Sweet epitome of May,

In Category - Public Domain Poetry
The Practical Joker
By:William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!
What keen enjoyment springs

In Category - Public Domain Poetry

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Cupid's Darts, Which Are A Growing Menace To The Public

Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry, Dropping hastily my curry and retiring into balk;

A Appeal For Are To The Sextant Of The Old Brick Meetinouse By A Gasper

The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps And dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,

The Schoolmaster, Abroad With His Son

O what harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold

Companions, A Tale Of A Grandfather

I know not of what we ponder'd Or made pretty pretence to talk,

Exactly So

A speech, both pithy and concise, Marks a mind acute and wise;

The Millennium

Will there never come a season Which shall rid us from the curse

School

If there is a vile, pernicious, Wicked and degraded rule,

Her Little Feet

Her little feet!... Beneath us ranged the sea, She sat, from sun and wind umbrella-shaded,

The Birth Of Saint Patrick

On the eighth day of March it was, some people say, That Saint Pathrick at midnight he first saw the day;

To My Empty Purse

To you, my purse, and to none other wight, Complain I, for ye be my lady dere;

If We Didn't Have To Eat

Life would be an easy matter If we didn't have to eat.

Cupid

Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he?

Erring In Company

"If I have erred, I err in company with Abraham Lincoln." - Theodore Roosevelt.

The Prayer Of Cyrus Brown

"The proper way for a man to pray," Said Deacon Lemuel Keyes,

Our Native Birds

Alone I sit at eventide; The twilight glory pales,

In The Catacombs

Sam Brown was a fellow from way down East, Who never was "staggered" in the least.

Propinquity Needed

Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie, A coryphée who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree,

The Truth About Horace

It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating

The Legend Of Heinz Von Stein

Out rode from his wild, dark castle The terrible Heinz von Stein;

To Minerva

My temples throb, my pulses boil, I'm sick of Song and Ode and Ballad

Old Stuff

If I go to see the play, Of the story I am certain;

Ode To Work In Springtime

Oh, would that working I might shun, From labour my connection sever,

To The Pliocene Skull

"Speak, O man less recent! Fragmentary fossil!

Early Rising

"God bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:

Comic Miseries

My dear young friend, whose shining wit Sets all the room a-blaze,

Winter Dusk

The prospect is bare and white, And the air is crisp and chill;

A Rondelay

Man is for woman made, And woman made for man:

Shake, Mulleary And Go-Ethe

I have a bookcase, which is what Many much better men have not.

The Height Of The Ridiculous

I wrote some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood,

A Familiar Letter To Several Correspondents

Yes, write if you want to - there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?

Two Men

There be two men of all mankind That I should like to know about;

When The Frost Is On The Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,

When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas

When moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells,

Old Fashioned Fun

When that old joke was new, It was not hard to joke,

The Ultimate Joy

I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book And I've lingered in delight to catch the rhythm of the brook;

From A Full Heart

In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like

Mark Twain: A Pipe Dream

Well I recall how first I met Mark Twain - an infant barely three

Malbrouck

To Phoebe

"Gentle, modest little flower, Sweet epitome of May,

The Practical Joker

Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes! What keen enjoyment springs

Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry,
Dropping hastily my curry and retiring into balk;

The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps
And dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,

O what harper could worthily harp it,
Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold

I know not of what we ponder'd
Or made pretty pretence to talk,

A speech, both pithy and concise,
Marks a mind acute and wise;

Will there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse

If there is a vile, pernicious,
Wicked and degraded rule,

Her little feet!... Beneath us ranged the sea,
She sat, from sun and wind umbrella-shaded,

On the eighth day of March it was, some people say,
That Saint Pathrick at midnight he first saw the day;

To you, my purse, and to none other wight,
Complain I, for ye be my lady dere;

Life would be an easy matter
If we didn't have to eat.

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?

"If I have erred, I err in company with Abraham Lincoln."
- Theodore Roosevelt.

"The proper way for a man to pray,"
Said Deacon Lemuel Keyes,

Alone I sit at eventide;
The twilight glory pales,

Sam Brown was a fellow from way down East,
Who never was "staggered" in the least.

Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie,
A coryphée who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree,

It is very aggravating
To hear the solemn prating

Out rode from his wild, dark castle
The terrible Heinz von Stein;

My temples throb, my pulses boil,
I'm sick of Song and Ode and Ballad

If I go to see the play,
Of the story I am certain;

Oh, would that working I might shun,
From labour my connection sever,

"Speak, O man less recent!
Fragmentary fossil!

"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:

My dear young friend, whose shining wit
Sets all the room a-blaze,

The prospect is bare and white,
And the air is crisp and chill;

Man is for woman made,
And woman made for man:

I have a bookcase, which is what
Many much better men have not.

I wrote some lines once on a time
In wondrous merry mood,

Yes, write if you want to - there's nothing like trying;
Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold?

There be two men of all mankind
That I should like to know about;

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,

When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,

When that old joke was new,
It was not hard to joke,

I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book
And I've lingered in delight to catch the rhythm of the brook;

In days of peace my fellow-men
Rightly regarded me as more like

Well I recall how first I met
Mark Twain - an infant barely three

"Gentle, modest little flower,
Sweet epitome of May,

Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!
What keen enjoyment springs