Being a gaoler I’m supposed To be a hard—boiled guy; Yet never prison walls enclosed A kinder soul than I: Passing my charges precious pills

The meal was o’er, the lamp was li… The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, The Daughter never slacked to sew… The Father read his evening news,

For five and twenty years I’ve ru… A famous train; But now my spell of speed is done, No more I’ll strain My sight along the treadless track…

An olive fire’s a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spri… As in my grate it over—spills With dancing flames like daffodils… They flirt and frolic, twist and t…

All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through hi… With infantile delight; Just like a child, so soft and fai…

I never kill a fly because I think that what we have of laws To regulate and civilize Our daily life —we owe to flies. Apropos, I’ll tell you of Choo, t…

There where the mighty mountains b… There where the sullen sun-dogs gl… And the glacier-glutted streams sw… There where the livid tundras keep… There where the silences are spawn…

He’s the man from Eldorado, and h… In moccasins and oily buckskin shi… He’s gaunt as any Indian, and pre… He’s greasy, and he smells of swea… He sports a crop of whiskers that…

A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated—looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: “Look, look, my lost b… And clapped her rosy hands with gl…

There lies the trail to Sunnydale… Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy rafter! Each perfect hour is like a flower…

He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMI… Cajoled the passers—by to stop; Just to admire —no need to purchas…

In Mike Maloney’s Nugget bar the… An’ One—eyed Mike was shakin’ dic… An roarin’ rageful warning when th… When peekin’ through the double do… Then Mike Maloney muttered: “Hel…

You make it in your mess—tin by th… You watch it cloud, then settle am… You lift it with your bay’nit, and… The very breath of it is ripe with… You’re awful cold and dirty, and a…

I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo’ cute; Though round my shack they often c… I’d raise my rifle and take aim,

How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead of trousers, custom built! Nay, do not think I speak to joke…