The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,— I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think,

I am a mild man, you’ll agree, But red my rage is, When folks who borrow books from m… Turn down their pages. Or when a chap a book I lend,

I’m dead. Officially I’m dead. Their hope i… How long I stood as missing! Now,… ; & nbsp; &n… Look in my face —no likeness can y…

With peace and rest And wisdom sage, Ripeness is best Of every age. With hands that fold

Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true

Let laureates sing with rapturous… Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with pas… The indolent wretches who shirk. No doubt they are right: in the st…

The Shorter Catechism I burned my fingers on the stove And wept with bitterness; But poor old Auntie Maggie strove To comfort my distress.

Someone’s Mother trails the stree… Wrapt in rotted rags; Broken slippers on her feet Drearily she drags; Drifting in the bitter night,

When I was with a Shakespeare sho… I played the part of Guildenstern… Or Rosenkrantz —at least I know It wasn’t difficult to learn; By Reader, do not at me scoff,

The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Lat… It isn’t spacious —truth to tell, There’s hardly room to swing a cat… But what of that! It’s there I fi…

A pencil, sir; a penny —won’t you… I’m cold and wet and tired, a sorr… Don’t turn your back, sir; take on… I haven’t made a single sale to—ni… Oh, thank you, sir; but take the p…

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,

Oh, it is good to drink and sup, And then beside the kindly fire To smoke and heap the faggots up, And rest and dream to heart’s desi… Oh, it is good to ride and run,

One of the Down and Out—that’s me… Stare and shrink—say! you wouldn’t… Look at my face, it’s crimped and… Don’t seem the sort of man, do I,… Slouching along in smelly rags, a…

This is the tale that was told to… As I smoked my pipe in the camp—f… As the Northlights gleamed and cu… A man once aimed that my life be s… I vowed one day I would well repa…