As beats the sun from mountain cre… With 'pretty, pretty’, Cometh the partridge from her nest… The flowers threw kisses sweet to… (For all the flowers that bloomed…

Should painter attach to a fair hu… The thick, turgid neck of a stalli… Or depict a spruce lass with the t… I am sure you would guy the rapsca… Believe me, dear Pisos, that just…

When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all beholders; For summon hence all pretty girls

O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

COBBLER Stork, I am justly wroth, For thou hast wronged me sore; The ash roof-tree that shelters th… Shall shelter thee no more!

Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There children play in daytime

O fountain of Bandusia! Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

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…

I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,

One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,— “Dear little one, I love thee wel… Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the rose with love bedight,

The day is done; and, lo! the shad… Melt 'neath Diana’s mellow grace. Hark, how those deep, designing ma… Feign terror in this sylvan place! Come, friends, it’s time that we s…

The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…

I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my we…

O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I… Dwelling at Antium, thou hast pow… The veriest clod with riches and r… And change a triumph to a funeral The tillers of the soil and they t…