#Americans #Suicide #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset.
Would I might wake St. Francis i… Brother of birds and trees, God’s… Blinded with weeping for the sad a… Our wealth undone, all strict Fra… Come, let us chant the canticle ag…
The foolish queen of fairyland From her milk-white throne in a li… Gave command to her cricket-band To play for her when the dew-drops… But the cold dew spoiled their ins…
Factory windows are always broken. Somebody’s always throwing bricks, Somebody’s always heaving cinders, Playing ugly Yahoo tricks. Factory windows are always broken.
Would that in body and spirit Sha… Visible emperor of the deeds of T… With Justice still the genius of… Giving each man his due, each pass… Impartial as the rain from Heaven…
I opened the ink-well and smoke fi… The smoke formed the giant frog-ca… His web feet left dreadful slime t… He had hammer and nails that he la… He sprawled on the table, claw-han…
In a nation of one hundred fine, m… There are plenty of sweeping, swin… And knock your old blue devils out… I brag and chant of Bryan, Bryan,… Candidate for president who sketch…
No man should stand before the moo… To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. Nay, let us don the motley cap,
The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset. He cuffs his wife and bites her ea…
To be intoned, all but the two… Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Here lies a kitten good, who kept A kitten’s proper place. He stole no pantry eatables,
The Moon’s a snowball. See the… Of white that cross the sphere. The Moon’s a snowball, melted d… A dozen times a year. Yet rolled again in hot July
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you
Life’s a jail where men have commo… Gaunt the one who has, and who has… All our treasures neither less nor… Bread alone comes thro’ the guarde… Cards are foolish in this jail, I…
“The sun says his prayers,” said t… Or else he would wither and die. “The sun says his prayers,” said t… “For strength to climb up through… He leans on invisible angels,
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; Fleeing away from the sweets,