My destiny it is tonight To sit with pensive brow Beside my study fire and write This verse I’m making now. This Period, this tiny dot
“Where is your little boy to—day?” I asked her at the gate. “I used to see him at his play, And often I would wait: He was so beautiful, so bright,
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler’s fee, For though the porridge pot was fu… A frugal folk were we; We baked our bannocks, spun our wo…
I bought a cuckoo clock And glad was I To hear its tick and tock, Its dulcet cry. But Jones, whose wife is young
Said Jock McBrown to Tam McSmit… “A little bet I’m game to take on… That I can scotch this Shakespear… And prove Will just a stoodge for… Said Tam McSmith to Jock McBrow…
What are you doing here, Tom Thor… Where the wind has the cut of a na… Hugging a smudgy willow fire, deep… You that’s a lord’s own son, Tom… Go home, go home to your clubs, T…
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: Yet bent she toiled with dimming e…
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cous… Has just an old rag doll. But you should see her mother it,
Be honest, kindly, simple, true; Seek good in all, scorn but preten… Whatever sorrow come to you, Believe in Life’s Beneficence! The World’s all right; serene I s…
Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I’d often meet him on my way, And throw a coin for pity. But all amid his sparkling tones
A little mousey man he was With board, and chalk in hand; And millions were awestruck becaus… They couldn’t understand. Said he: “E equals Mc2:
From off my calendar today A leaf I tear; So swiftly passes smiling May Without a care. And now the gentleness of June
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glo… Like lords and ladies gay. A joy are they to dream beside, As in the air of eventide
A passion to be free Has ever mastered me; To none beneath the sun Will I bow down,—not one Shall leash my liberty.
Oh the wife she tried to tell me t… Of a wood—pecker a—rapping on the… And she thought that I was foolin… Of the mustering of legions, and ’… ‘Twas calling me to pull my freigh…