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Amaryllis applauded at Dixie Ballad bard Blow Book Catullus charges the packer cheer CHORUS Chris'mus am a-comin Christmas comes Comes but Once Cynthia dear dope dream been weeping drink Erin Erin go bragh Eugene Field eyes fan's desire Farewell Father William Flaccus Footlight Motifs hate hear Horace Horatius Jack Spratt Joe Stencil King in Washington Lady Lesbia lute Maecenas maid Mary Medreamt thou Minnie Brown Myrtilla never night o. f. strob'ry packer That sticks Pilgrim Fathers pixie play poet pome Postumus pote pray pretty Propertius Ragtime raises the costofliving retailer That raises rhyme Samuel Rogers sing sleep smile soaks the retailer song sticks the wholesaler stings the stockman stockman That charges stuff sweet Sybaris Tell thee There's to-day truth tune verse who's wholesaler That soaks wind word worry Xanthia yearning
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Page 62 - These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double — Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Page 114 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 80 - IT is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair: Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed: — A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers...
Page 85 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair...
Page 76 - Byton'd flirt with any skirt From Liverpool to Thrace. Sheridan philandered; Shelley, Keats, and Moore All were there with some affair Far from lit'rachoor. Fickle is the heart of Each immortal bard. Mine alone is made of stone — Gotta work too hard.
Page 75 - Down with all sentiment, can scrupulosity! Commerce has nothing to gain by jocosity; Money is all that is worth all your labors; Crowd your competitors, nix on your neighbors! Push 'em aside in a passionate hurry, Argue and bustle and bargain and worry! Frenzy yourself into sickness and dizziness — Christmas is over and Business is Business.
Page 120 - A Ship becalmed. Day after day, day after day, We stuck* nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Sleep. Oh Sleep ! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole; — To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, That slid into my soul. Awaking, after Illness. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. 1 'Here and there swimmers appear in the vast abyss...
Page 3 - I saw, I took, I made you great, Friendly I called you "Will." And back in Nineteen Hundred and Eight, Out in Chicago, 111. I made the convention nominate, And now — the terrible chill. For many a sun has set and shone On the path we used to trudge When I was a king in Washington And you were a circuit judge. I passed the lie and you passed it back; You said I was all untruth; I said that honesty was your lack; You said I'd nor reck nor ruth; You called me a megalomaniac — I called you a Serpent's...
Page 54 - AS TO EYES LADY, better bards than I, Poets of an elder day, Seemed to love to versify On 'her eyes,' or blue or gray. Tis an oft-recurrent theme For the bards who rhapsodize; Not a one but used to dream Of the loveliness of eyes. Shelley, Tennyson and Keats, Swinburne, Byron, Moore and Burns — All had visual conceits, All had various optic yearns. Far from me to minimize Elder, better bards, except This: they spoke of ladies' eyes Haunting them what time they slept.
Page 120 - AT SEA. THE night was made for cooling shade For silence, and for sleep ; And when I was a child, I laid My hands upon my breast, and prayed, [USA] SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES.