Away down East where I was reared… There used to live a pretty girl w… And though it’s many years since l… And though I feel I’m sadly worn… Still, oftentimes, I think about…

There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…

Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bothe… With prattlings and with vain ado Your worthy and industrious mother… Eschewing them that come to woo? Oh, that the awful truth might qui…

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

My books are on their shelves agai… And clouds lie low with mist and r… Afar the Arno murmurs low The tale of fields of melting snow… List to the bells of times agone

In maudlin spite let Thracians fi… Above their bowls of liquor; But such as we, when on a spree, Should never brawl and bicker! These angry words and clashing swo…

If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…

My harp is on the willow-tree, Else would I sing, O love, to the… A song of long-ago— Perchance the song that Miriam su… Ere yet Judea’s heart was wrung

(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into t… Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white— A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,

Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell? Oh, sinner, rather were it meet To fix thy thoughts on hell! The punishment ordained for you

I ain’t afeard uv snakes, or toads… An’ things 'at girls are skeered u… I’m pretty brave, I guess; an’ ye… For, when I’m tucked up warm an’… Mother tells me “Happy dreams!” a…

A moonbeam floateth from the skies… Whispering, “Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eye… A beautiful web of silver light, Wherein is many a wondrous sight

Accept, dear girl, this little tok… And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often s… The love my dying lips shall speak… Our little ones are making merry

Fuscus, whoso to good inclines— And is a faultless liver— Nor moorish spear nor bow need fea… Nor poison-arrowed quiver. Ay, though through desert wastes h…

To-day I strayed in Charing Cros… With thinking of my home and frien… There was no water in my eyes, but… And my heart lay like a sodden, so… This way and that streamed multitu…