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If I Ever Marry, I'll Marry A Maid
© Anonymous
If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid;To marry a widow, I am sore afraid:For maids they are simple, and never will grutch,But widows full oft, as they say, know too much.
The Fight at Montgomery's
© Anonymous
They have met -- that small band, resolved to be free,As the fierce winds of Heaven that course over the sea --They have met, in bright hope, with no presage of fear,Tho' the bugle and drum of the foeman they hear:Some seize the dread rifle, some wield the tall pike,For God and their country -- for Freedom they strike,No proud ensign of glory bespeaks their renown,Yet the scorn of defiance now darkens their frown
The Douglas Tragedy
© Anonymous
."Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,." she says, ."And put on your armour so bright;Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night.
A Book and a Jug and a Dame
© Anonymous
A book and a jug and a dame,And a nice cozy nook for the same; "And I don't care a damn," Said Omar Khayyam,"What you say, it's a great little game."
Blow, Northerne Wind
© Anonymous
Blow, northerne wynd, Send thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou, blou, blou!
As I Walked Out in the Streets of Laredo
© Anonymous
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,As I walked out in Laredo one day,I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.
Adieu Vain World I've Seen Enough of Thee
© Anonymous
Cheltenham. This Stone is erected By the Voluntary Contribution of Servants To the Memory of WILLIAM DAVIS, who died in the service of Major Webber, August 21st, 1798, Aged 47 years.
The Old Timer
© Anderson Robert Thompson
Far, far across the rolling swale, I've watched the bison pass;I've seen the lonely prairie trail Wind thro' the rustling grass;I've felt the cool winds sweep the plain Where Nature's hand is free;But now they break o'er leagues of grain, Like ripples o'er the sea
An A B C, for Baby Patriots
© Ames Mary Frances Leslie
A is the Army That dies for the Queen;It's the very best Army That ever was seen,
Amy Margaret's Five Years Old
© William Allingham
Amy Margaret's five years old,Amy Margaret's hair is gold,Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret
Hymn VIII [Book I]
© Alline Henry
I.How vain the wretch that dares employHis mind in quest of sensual joy,And for an hour of carnal mirthChain down his soul to endless death!
Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England
© Mark Akenside
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms, Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile, With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarms? Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown'd, The praise and envy of the nations round, What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway? Amid the storms of war, how soon may all The lofty pile from its foundations fall,Of ages the proud toil, the ruin of a day!
No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile vales Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store: And every port is crowded with thy sails, And every wave throws treasure on thy shore
Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrils (#12)
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrilsso the nose fairiescould cluster in thereand keep warmwaiting for her to eather pumpkin pie
The Cat
© Aggeler William F.
In my brain there walks about,As though he were in his own home,A lovely cat, strong, sweet, charming.When he mews, one scarcely hears him,
The Campaign
© Joseph Addison
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,Proud in their number to enroll your name;While emperors to you commit their cause,And Anna's praises crown the vast applause,Accept, great leader, what the muse indites,That in ambitious verse records your fights,Fir'd and transported with a theme so new:Ten thousand wonders op'ning to my viewShine forth at once, sieges and storms appear,And wars and conquests fill th' important year,Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain;An Iliad rising out of one campaign
