DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…

Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured a… Those charms that held our sense i… Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tri…

Don’t mind me, I beg you, old fel… You must not be kept from your 'G… a stone. Leave all ceremony behind you, lea… yourself;

(RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE… Well, you see, the fact is, Colon… For the farm is not half planted,… And my leg is getting troublesome,… And the doctors, they have cut and…

It was spring the first time that… moved in Next door, just as skating was ove… For the fence in our back yard was… through the slat,

Two low whistles, quaint and clear… That was the signal the engineer— That was the signal that Guild, ’… Gave to his wife at Providence, As through the sleeping town, and…

It is the story of Thompson—of Th… Frequently drunk was Thompson, bu… Light and free was the touch of T… Great the mortality incident on th… Yet not happy or gay was Thompson…

(NEW JERSEY, 1780) Here’s the spot. Look around you.… Lay the Hessians encamped. By tha… Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. A… You may dig anywhere and you’ll tu…

O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won,

June 4th! Do you know what that d… June 4th! By this air and these p… Well,—only you know how I hate sc… These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you’ll kindly re…

Came the relief. ‘What, sentry, h… How passed the night through thy l… ‘Cold, cheerless, dark,—as may bef… The hour before the dawn is breaki… ‘No sight? no sound?’ ‘No; nothin…

This is the tale that the Chronic… Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient m…

Now shift the blanket pad before y… And draw your cinch up tighter til… We’ve a dozen miles to cover ere w… Our limbs are stiffer now than whe… And worse, the horses know it, and…

Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar,

I have found out a gift for my fai… I know where the fossils abound, Where the footprints of Aves decl… The birds that once walked on the… Oh, come, and—in technical speech—