When, to despoil my native France… With flaming torch and cruel sword And boisterous drums her foeman co… I curse him and his vandal horde! Yet, what avail accrues to her,

Strange that the city thoroughfare… Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its… And lend itself to children’s play… Oh, girls are girls, and boys are…

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…

The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast l… Moves proudly through the radiant… How like the tranquil moon thou ar…

HORACE When you were mine in auld lang sy… And when none else your charms mig… I’ll not deny, Fair nymph, that I

There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered, Yet, somehow, in these modern days… It’s almost disappeared; It was the usage years ago,

Syn that you, Chloe, to your mode… Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures fu… Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-h… Whenas come lovers with theyre pit… Sothly it ben faire to give up you…

Young Lochinvar came in from the… With fringe on his trousers and fu… The width of his hat-brim could no… His No. brogans were chuck full of feet,

Prudence Mears hath an old blue p… Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient… Beareth Amandy Baker’s crest; What times soever I’ve been their…

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

The mill goes toiling slowly aroun… With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kin… The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big wh…

Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, With such an eye and such an air, What wonder that the world complai… When she each am’rous suit disdain… Close to her mother’s side she cli…

I’m thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heart When he—he came pursuing A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river

Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and singing a… And this is the song the hill-folk…