#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The Shorter Catechism I burned my fingers on the stove And wept with bitterness; But poor old Auntie Maggie strove To comfort my distress.
I could have sold him up because His rent was long past due; And Grimes, my lawyer, said it wa… The proper thing to do: But how could I be so inhuman?
When we might make with happy hear… This world a paradise, With bombs we blast brave men apar… With napalm carbonize. Where we might till the sunny soil…
Said the Door: “She came in With no shadow of sin; Turned the key in the lock, Slipped out of her frock, The robe she liked best
Birds have no consciousness of doo… Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloo… Would not trill out his glee so ga… Could he foretell his songful brea…
He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we were wed, For he sails in the morning. I wish I had not been so kind;
Deeming that I was due to die I framed myself a coffin; So full of graveyard zeal was I, I set the folks a—laughing. I made it snugly to my fit,
I asked of ancient gaffers three The way of their ripe living, And this is what they told to me Without Misgiving. The First: 'The why I’ve lived s…
Each day I live I thank the Lord I do the work I love; And in it find a rich reward, All price and praise above. For few may do the work they love,
I guess folks think I’m mighty du… Since Jack and Jim and Joe Have hit the trail to Kingdom Com… And left me here below: Since Death, the bastard, bowled…
To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQU…
Father drank himself to death,— Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He’d avoid it. ‘Save your sympathy,’ said Dad;
You ask me what I call Success — It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not fame, Nor rank, nor power nor honoured n… It is not triumph in the Arts —
Toil’s a tunnel, there’s no way ou… For fellows, the like o’ me; A beggar wi’ only a crust an’ a cl… At the worst o’ the worst is free; but I work to eat, an’ I eat to w…
My Louis loved me oh so well And spiered me for his wife; He would have haled me from the he… That was my bawdy life: The mother of his bairns to be,