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Oliver Herford
Winter and SummerIn Winter when the air is chill,And winds are blowing loud and shrill,All snug and warm I sit and purr,Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.In Summer quite the other way,I find it very hot all day,But Human People do not care,For they have nice thin clothes to wear.And does it not seem hard to you,When all the world is like a stew,And I am much too warm to purr,I have to wear my Winter Fur?...
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Henry Van Dyke
THE AFTER-ECHO How long the echoes love to play Around the shore of silence, as a wave Retreating circles down the sand! One after one, with sweet delay,The mellow sounds that cliff and island gave, Have lingered in the crescent bay, Until, by lightest breezes fanned,They float far off beyond the dying day And leave it still as death. But...
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William Combe
CELEBRATED DUTCHESS. MADAM, I am rather apprehensive that you will rank me among the Impertinents of the Age, in giving a performance which treats professedly of the Triumphs of Folly, the Sanction of Your Grace. But tho', in the too great quickness of apprehension, this may be the case; I have not the least doubt but, in some succeeding moments of coolness and candour, you will accompany me...
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Clara M. Beede
MOTHER'S PRAYERFor this new day, our Father, we give thee thanks.Thou hast blessed us with rest for our bodies,The glories of a new day are upon us, a gift from above.Let the light from heaven penetrate our souls,and may this be the best of our lives, we pray.Remember those less fortunate, dear Father,May some messenger of thine bring joy to their hearts today.Forbid we should shirk any duty...
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INVOCATION. Thou with the dark blue eye upturned to heaven,And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow, Daughter of God,—most dear,— Come with thy quivering tear,And tresses wild, and robes of loosened flow,—To thy lone votaress let one look be given! Come Poesy! nor like some just-formed maid,With heart as yet unswoln by bliss or...
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G. M. C. Fry
That model Miss, Jemima Jane Was very good, and very plain; Her parents noticed with delight How neat she was, and how polite. Sometimes her young companions came And begged she'd join them in a game. But it was never any use; She'd make some civil, quiet excuse, And, "Dear Mama," she'd whisp'ring say, "I love plain sewing more than...
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George W. Sands
MAZELLI Canto I. I. "Stay, traveller, stay thy weary steed,The sultry hour of noon is near,Of rest thy way-worn limbs have need,Stay, then, and, taste its sweetness here.The mountain path which thou hast spedIs steep, and difficult to tread,And many a farther step 'twill cost,Ere thou wilt find another host;But if thou scorn'st not humble fare,Such as the pilgrim loves to share,—Not...
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AN OLD HEART How young I am! Ah! heaven, this curse of youth Doth mock me from my mirror with great eyes,And pulsing veins repeat the unwelcome truth, That I must live, though hope within me dies. So young, and yet I have had all of life. Why, men have lived to see a hundred years,Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strife Of my brief youth, its passion and its tears. Oh! what...
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HUSH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall.Down will come baby, cradle, and all. CURRAHOO, curr dhoo,Love me, and I'll love you![] WHEN the days begin to lengthenThe cold begins to strengthen. CANTALOUPES! Cantaloupes! What is the price?Eight for a dollar, and all very nice. PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baker's man!Make me...
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Carolyn Wells
THE RE-ECHO CLUB DIVERSIONS OF THE RE-ECHO CLUB A recent discovery has brought to light the long-hidden papers of the Re-Echo Club. This is a great find, and all lovers of masterpieces of the world's best literature will rejoice with us that we are enabled to publish herewith a few of these gems of great minds. Little is known of the locale or clientèle of this club, but it was doubtless a...
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