No animal will more repay A treatment kind and fair, At least, so lonely people say Who keep a frog (and, by the way, They are extremely rare).

Hilaire Belloc.



THE MICROBE

The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with lots Of lovely pink and purple spots

On each of which a pattern stands, Composed of forty separate bands; His eyebrows of a tender green; All these have never yet been seen— But Scientists, who ought to know, Assure us that they must be so.... Oh! let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about!

Hilaire Belloc.



THE GREAT BLACK CROW

The crow—the crow! the great black crow! He cares not to meet us wherever we go; He cares not for man, beast, friend, nor foe, For nothing will eat him he well doth know. Know—know! you great black crow! It's a comfort to feel like a great black crow!

The crow—the crow! the great black crow! He loves the fat meadow—his taste is low; He loves the fat worms, and he dines in a row With fifty fine cousins all black as a sloe. Sloe—sloe! you great black crow! But it's jolly to fare like a great black crow!

The crow—the crow! the great black crow! He never gets drunk on the rain or snow; He never gets drunk, but he never says no! If you press him to tipple ever so. So—so! you great black crow! It's an honour to soak like a great black crow!

The crow—the crow! the great black crow! He lives for a hundred year and mo'; He lives till he dies, and he dies as slow As the morning mists down the hill that go. Go—go! you great black crow! But it's fine to live and die like a great black crow!

Philip James Bailey.



THE COLUBRIAD

Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast, Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast. I, passing swift and inattentive by, At the three kittens cast a careless eye; Not much concerned to know what they did there; Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care. But presently, a loud and furious hiss Caused me to stop, and to exclaim, "What's this?" When lo! upon the threshold met my view, With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue, A viper long as Count de Grasse's queue. Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws, Darting it full against a kitten's nose; Who, having never seen, in field or house, The like, sat still and silent as a mouse; Only projecting, with attention due, Her whiskered face, she asked him, "Who are you?" On to the hall went I, with pace not slow, But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe: With which well armed, I hastened to the spot To find the viper—but I found him not. And, turning up the leaves and shrubs around, Found only that he was not to be found; But still the kittens, sitting as before, Sat watching close the bottom of the door. "I hope," said I, "the villain I would kill Has slipped between the door and the door-sill; And if I make despatch, and follow hard, No doubt but I shall find him in the yard:" (For long ere now it should have been rehearsed, 'Twas in the garden that I found him first.) E'en there I found him: there the full-grown cat His head, with velvet paw, did gently pat; As curious as the kittens erst had been To learn what this phenomenon might mean. Filled with heroic ardour at the sight, And fearing every moment he would bite, And rob our household of our only cat That was of age to combat with a rat; With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door, And taught him never to come there no more!

William Cowper.



THE RETIRED CAT

A Poet's Cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks to which she might retire, And where, secure as mouse in chink, She might repose, or sit and think. I know not where she caught the trick; Nature perhaps herself had cast her In such a mold philosophique , Or else she learned it of her master. Sometimes ascending, debonair, An apple-tree, or lofty pear, Lodged with convenience in the fork, She watched the gardener at his work; Sometimes her ease and solace sought In an old empty watering-pot, There wanting nothing, save a fan, To seem some nymph in her sedan, Appareled in exactest sort, And ready to be borne to court.

But love of change it seems has place Not only in our wiser race; Cats also feel, as well as we, That passion's force, and so did she. Her climbing, she began to find, Exposed her too much to the wind, And the old utensil of tin Was cold and comfortless within: She therefore wished, instead of those, Some place of more serene repose, Where neither cold might come, nor air Too rudely wanton in her hair, And sought it in the likeliest mode Within her master's snug abode.

A drawer, it chanced, at bottom lined With linen of the softest kind, With such as merchants introduce From India, for the ladies' use; A drawer, impending o'er the rest, Half open, in the topmost chest, Of depth enough, and none to spare, Invited her to slumber there; Puss with delight beyond expression, Surveyed the scene and took possession. Recumbent at her ease, ere long, And lulled by her own humdrum song, She left the cares of life behind, And slept as she would sleep her last, When in came, housewifely inclined, The chambermaid, and shut it fast, By no malignity impelled, But all unconscious whom it held.

Awakened by the shock (cried puss) "Was ever cat attended thus! The open drawer was left, I see, Merely to prove a nest for me, For soon as I was well composed, Then came the maid, and it was closed. How smooth those 'kerchiefs, and how sweet Oh what a delicate retreat! I will resign myself to rest Till Sol declining in the west, Shall call to supper, when, no doubt, Susan will come, and let me out."

The evening came, the sun descended, And puss remained still unattended. The night rolled tardily away (With her indeed 'twas never day), The sprightly morn her course renewed, The evening gray again ensued, And puss came into mind no more Than if entombed the day before; With hunger pinched, and pinched for room, She now presaged approaching doom. Nor slept a single wink, nor purred, Conscious of jeopardy incurred.

That night, by chance, the poet, watching, Heard an inexplicable scratching; His noble heart went pit-a-pat, And to himself he said—"What's that?" He drew the curtain at his side, And forth he peeped, but nothing spied. Yet, by his ear directed, guessed Something imprisoned in the chest; And, doubtful what, with prudent care Resolved it should continue there. At length a voice which well he knew, A long and melancholy mew, Saluting his poetic ears, Consoled him, and dispelled his fears; He left his bed, he trod the floor, He 'gan in haste the drawers explore, The lowest first, and without stop The next in order to the top. For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. Forth skipped the cat, not now replete As erst with airy self-conceit, Nor in her own fond comprehension, A theme for all the world's attention, But modest, sober, cured of all Her notions hyperbolical, And wishing for a place of rest, Any thing rather than a chest. Then stepped the poet into bed With this reflection in his head:

MORAL

Beware of too sublime a sense Of your own worth and consequence. The man who dreams himself so great, And his importance of such weight, That all around in all that's done Must move and act for him alone, Will learn in school of tribulation The folly of his expectation.

William Cowper.



A DARWINIAN BALLAD

Oh, many have told of the monkeys of old, What a pleasant race they were, And it seems most true that I and you Are derived from an apish pair. They all had nails, and some had tails, And some—no "accounts in arrear"; They climbed up the trees, and they scratched out the—these Of course I will not mention here.

They slept in a wood, or wherever they could, For they didn't know how to make beds; They hadn't got huts; they dined upon nuts, Which they cracked upon each other's heads. They hadn't much scope, for a comb, brush or soap, Or towels, or kettle or fire. They had no coats nor capes, for ne'er did these apes Invent what they didn't require.

The sharpest baboon never used fork or spoon, Nor made any boots for his toes, Nor could any thief steal a silk handker-chief, For no ape thought much of his nose; They had cold collations; they ate poor relations: Provided for thus, by-the-bye. No Ou-rang-ou-tang a song ever sang— He couldn't, and so didn't try.

From these though descended our manners are mended, Though still we can grin and backbite! We cut up each other, be he friend or brother, And tales are the fashion—at night. This origination is all speculation— We gamble in various shapes; So Mr. Darwin may speculate in Our ancestors having been apes.

Unknown.



THE PIG

A COLLOQUIAL POEM

Jacob! I do not like to see thy nose Turn'd up in scornful curve at yonder pig, It would be well, my friend, if we like him, Were perfect in our kind!... And why despise The sow-born grunter?... He is obstinate, Thou answerest; ugly, and the filthiest beast That banquets upon offal.... Now I pray you Hear the pig's counsel. Is he obstinate? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words; We must not take them as unheeding hands Receive base money at the current worth But with a just suspicion try their sound, And in the even balance weight them well See now to what this obstinacy comes: A poor, mistreated, democratic beast, He knows that his unmerciful drivers seek Their profit, and not his. He hath not learned That pigs were made for man,... born to be brawn'd And baconized: that he must please to give Just what his gracious masters please to take; Perhaps his tusks, the weapons Nature gave For self-defense, the general privilege; Perhaps,... hark, Jacob! dost thou hear that horn? Woe to the young posterity of Pork! Their enemy is at hand. Again. Thou say'st The pig is ugly. Jacob, look at him! Those eyes have taught the lover flattery. His face,... nay, Jacob! Jacob! were it fair To judge a lady in her dishabille? Fancy it dressed, and with saltpeter rouged. Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that The wanton hop marries her stately spouse: So crisp in beauty Amoretta's hair Rings round her lover's soul the chains of love. And what is beauty, but the aptitude Of parts harmonious? Give thy fancy scope, And thou wilt find that no imagined change Can beautify this beast. Place at his end The starry glories of the peacock's pride, Give him the swan's white breast; for his horn-hoofs Shape such a foot and ankle as the waves Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss When Venus from the enamor'd sea arose;... Jacob, thou canst but make a monster of him! An alteration man could think, would mar His pig-perfection. The last charge,... he lives A dirty life. Here I could shelter him With noble and right-reverend precedents. And show by sanction of authority That 'tis a very honorable thing To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest On better ground the unanswerable defense. The pig is a philosopher, who knows No prejudice. Dirt?... Jacob, what is dirt? If matter,... why the delicate dish that tempts An o'ergorged epicure to the last morsel That stuffs him to the throat-gates, is no more. If matter be not, but as sages say, Spirit is all, and all things visible Are one, the infinitely modified, Think, Jacob, what that pig is, and the mire Wherein he stands knee-deep! And there! the breeze Pleads with me, and has won thee to a smile That speaks conviction. O'er yon blossom'd field Of beans it came, and thoughts of bacon rise.

Robert Southey.



A FISH STORY

A whale of great porosity And small specific gravity, Dived down with much velocity Beneath the sea's concavity.

But soon the weight of water Squeezed in his fat immensity, Which varied—as it ought to— Inversely as his density.

It would have moved to pity An Ogre or a Hessian, To see poor Spermaceti Thus suffering compression.

The while he lay a-roaring In agonies gigantic, The lamp-oil out came pouring, And greased the wide Atlantic.

(Would we'd been in the Navy, And cruising there! Imagine us All in a sea of gravy, With billow oleaginous!)

At length old million-pounder, Low on a bed of coral, Gave his last dying flounder, Whereto I pen this moral.

MORAL

O, let this tale dramatic, Anent the whale Norwegian And pressure hydrostatic, Warn you, my young collegian,

That down-compelling forces Increase as you get deeper; The lower down your course is, The upward path's the steeper.

Henry A. Beers.



THE CAMERONIAN CAT

There was a Cameronian cat Was hunting for a prey, And in the house she catched a mouse Upon the Sabbath-day.

The Whig, being offended At such an act profane, Laid by his book, the cat he took, And bound her in a chain.

"Thou damned, thou cursed creature! This deed so dark with thee! Think'st thou to bring to hell below My holy wife and me?

"Assure thyself that for the deed Thou blood for blood shalt pay, For killing of the Lord's own mouse Upon the Sabbath-day."

The presbyter laid by the book, And earnestly he prayed That the great sin the cat had done Might not on him be laid.

And straight to execution Poor pussy she was drawn, And high hanged up upon a tree— The preacher sung a psalm.

And, when the work was ended, They thought the cat near dead; She gave a paw, and then a mew, And stretched out her head.

"Thy name," said he, "shall certainly A beacon still remain, A terror unto evil ones For evermore, Amen."

Unknown.



THE YOUNG GAZELLE

A MOORE-ISH TALE

In early youth, as you may guess, I revelled in poetic lore, And while my schoolmates studied less, I resolutely studied Moore.

Those touching lines from "Lalla Rookh,"— "Ah, ever thus—" you know them well, Such root within my bosom took, I wished I had a young Gazelle.

Oh, yes! a sweet, a sweet Gazelle, "To charm me with its soft black eye," So soft, so liquid, that a spell Seems in that gem-like orb to lie.

Years, childhood passed, youth fled away, My vain desire I'd learned to quell, Till came that most auspicious day When some one gave me a Gazelle.

With care, and trouble, and expense, 'Twas brought from Afric's northern cape; It seemed of great intelligence, And oh! so beautiful a shape.

Its lustrous, liquid eye was bent With special lovingness on me; No gift that mortal could present More welcome to my heart could be.

I brought him food with fond caress, Built him a hut, snug, neat, and warm; I called him "Selim," to express The marked s(e)limness of his form.

The little creature grew so tame, He "learned to know (the neighbors) well;" And then the ladies, when they came, Oh! how they "nursed that dear Gazelle."

But, woe is me! on earthly ground Some ill with every blessing dwells; And soon to my dismay I found That this applies to young Gazelles.

When free allowed to roam indoors, The mischief that he did was great; The walls, the furniture, the floors, He made in a terrific state.

He nibbled at the table-cloth, And trod the carpet into holes, And in his gambols, nothing loth, Kicked over scuttles full of coals.

To view his image in the glass, He reared upon his hinder legs; And thus one morn I found, alas! Two porcelain vases smashed like eggs.

Whatever did his fancy catch By way of food, he would not wait To be invited, but would snatch It from one's table, hand, or plate.

He riled the dog, annoyed the cat, And scared the goldfish into fits; He butted through my newest hat, And tore my manuscript to bits.

'Twas strange, so light his hooflets weighed, His limbs as slender as a hare's, The noise my little Selim made In trotting up and down the stairs.

To tie him up I thought was wise, But loss of freedom gave him pain; I could not stand those pleading eyes, And so I let him go again.

How sweet to see him skip and prance Upon the gravel or the lawn; More light in step than fairies' dance, More graceful than an English fawn.

But then he spoilt the garden so, Trod down the beds, raked up the seeds, And ate the plants—nor did he show The least compunction for his deeds.

He trespassed on the neighbors' ground, And broke two costly melon frames, With other damages—a pound To pay, resulted from his games.

In short, the mischief was immense That from his gamesome pranks befel, And, truly, in a double sense, He proved a very "dear Gazelle."

At length I sighed—"Ah, ever thus Doth disappointment mock each hope; But 'tis in vain to make a fuss; You'll have to go, my antelope."

The chance I wished for did occur; A lady going to the East Was willing; so I gave to her That little antelopian beast.

I said, "This antler'd desert child In Turkish palaces may roam, But he is much too free and wild To keep in any English home."

Yes, tho' I gave him up with tears, Experience had broke the spell, And if I live a thousand years, I'll never have a young Gazelle.

Walter Parke.



THE BALLAD OF THE EMEU

O say, have you seen at the Willows so green— So charming and rurally true— A Singular bird; with a manner absurd, Which they call the Australian Emeu? Have you? Ever seen this Australian Emeu?

It trots all around with its head on the ground, Or erects it quite out of your view; And the ladies all cry, when its figure they spy, "O, what a sweet pretty Emeu! Oh! do Just look at that lovely Emeu!"

One day to this spot, when the weather was hot, Came Matilda Hortense Fortescue; And beside her there came a youth of high name Augustus Florell Montague: The two Both loved that wild foreign Emeu.

With two loaves of bread then they fed it, instead Of the flesh of the white cockatoo, Which once was its food in that wild neighbourhood Where ranges the sweet kangaroo That, too, Is game for the famous Emeu!

Old saws and gimlets but its appetite whet Like the world famous bark of Peru; There's nothing so hard that the bird will discard, And nothing its taste will eschew, That you Can give that long-legged Emeu!

The time slipped away in this innocent play, When up jumped the bold Montague: "Where's that specimen pin that I gaily did win In raffle, and gave unto you, Fortescue?" No word spoke the guilty Emeu!

"Quick! tell me his name whom thou gavest that same, Ere these hands in thy blood I imbrue!" "Nay, dearest," she cried as she clung to his side, "I'm innocent as that Emeu!" "Adieu!" He replied, "Miss M. H. Fortescue!"

Down she dropped at his feet, all as white as a sheet, As wildly he fled from her view; He thought 'twas her sin—for he knew not the pin Had been gobbled up by the Emeu; All through "I'm innocent as that Emeu!"

Bret Harte.



THE TURTLE AND FLAMINGO

A lively young turtle lived down by the banks Of a dark rolling stream called the Jingo; And one summer day, as he went out to play, Fell in love with a charming flamingo— An enormously genteel flamingo! An expansively crimson flamingo! A beautiful, bouncing flamingo!

Spake the turtle, in tones like a delicate wheeze: "To the water I've oft seen you in go, And your form has impressed itself deep on my shell, You perfectly modelled flamingo! You tremendously A-1 flamingo! You in-ex-press-i-ble flamingo!

"To be sure, I'm a turtle, and you are a belle, And my language is not your fine lingo; But smile on me, tall one, and be my bright flame, You miraculous, wondrous flamingo! You blazingly beauteous flamingo! You turtle-absorbing flamingo! You inflammably gorgeous flamingo!"

Then the proud bird blushed redder than ever before, And that was quite un-nec-es-sa-ry, And she stood on one leg and looked out of one eye, The position of things for to vary,— This aquatical, musing flamingo! This dreamy, uncertain flamingo! This embarrasing, harassing flamingo!

Then she cried to the quadruped, greatly amazed: "Why your passion toward me do you hurtle? I'm an ornithological wonder of grace, And you're an illogical turtle,— A waddling, impossible turtle! A low-minded, grass-eating turtle! A highly improbable turtle!"

Then the turtle sneaked off with his nose to the ground And never more looked at the lasses; And falling asleep, while indulging his grief, Was gobbled up whole by Agassiz,— The peripatetic Agassiz! The turtle-dissecting Agassiz! The illustrious, industrious Agassiz!

Go with me to Cambridge some cool, pleasant day, And the skeleton lover I'll show you; He's in a hard case, but he'll look in your face, Pretending (the rogue!) he don't know you! Oh, the deeply deceptive young turtle! The double-faced, glassy-cased turtle! The green but a very mock turtle!

James Thomas Fields.



XV

JUNIORS



PRIOR TO MISS BELLE'S APPEARANCE

What makes you come here fer, Mister, So much to our house?—Say? Come to see our big sister!— An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her An' he ketched you, thuther day!— Didn' you, Charley?—But we p'omised Belle And crossed our heart to never to tell— 'Cause she gived us some o' them-er Chawk'lut-drops 'at you bringed to her!

Charley he's my little b'uther— An' we has a-mostest fun, Don't we, Charley?—Our Muther, Whenever we whips one-anuther, Tries to whip us—an' we run— Don't we, Charley?—An' nen, bime-by, Nen she gives us cake—an' pie— Don't she, Charley?—when we come in An' p'omise never to do it agin!

He's named Charley.—I'm Willie— An' I'm got the purtiest name! But Uncle Bob he calls me "Billy"— Don't he, Charley?—'Nour filly We named "Billy," the same Ist like me! An' our Ma said 'At "Bob put foolishnuss into our head!"— Didn' she, Charley?—An' she don't know Much about boys!—'Cause Bob said so!

Baby's a funniest feller! Naint no hair on his head— Is they, Charley? It's meller Wite up there! An' ef Belle er Us ask wuz we that way, Ma said,— "Yes; an' yer Pa's head wuz soft as that, An' it's that way yet!"—An' Pa grabs his hat An' says, "Yes, childern, she's right about Pa— 'Cause that's the reason he married yer Ma!"

An' our Ma says 'at "Belle couldn' Ketch nothin 'at all but ist 'bows!'" An' Pa says 'at "you're soft as puddun!"— An Uncle Bob says "you're a good-un— 'Cause he can tell by yer nose!"— Didn' he, Charley? And when Belle'll play In the poller on th' pianer, some day, Bob makes up funny songs about you, Till she gits mad—like he wants her to!

Our sister Fanny, she's 'leven Years old. 'At's mucher 'an I— Ain't it, Charley?... I'm seven!— But our sister Fanny's in Heaven! Nere's where you go ef you die!— Don't you, Charley? Nen you has wings— Ist like Fanny!—an' purtiest things!— Don't you, Charley? An' nen you can fly— Ist fly—an' ever'thing!... Wisht I'd die!

James Whitcomb Riley.



THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL

There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.

One day she went upstairs, When her parents, unawares, In the kitchen were occupied with meals And she stood upon her head In her little trundle-bed, And then began hooraying with her heels.

Her mother heard the noise, And she thought it was the boys A-playing at a combat in the attic; But when she climbed the stair, And found Jemima there, She took and she did spank her most emphatic.

Unknown.



THE NAUGHTY DARKEY BOY

There was a cruel darkey boy, Who sat upon the shore, A catching little fishes by The dozen and the score.

And as they squirmed and wriggled there, He shouted loud with glee, "You surely cannot want to live, You're little-er dan me."

Just then with a malicious leer, And a capacious smile, Before him from the water deep There rose a crocodile.

He eyed the little darkey boy, Then heaved a blubbering sigh, And said, "You cannot want to live, You're little-er than I."

The fishes squirm and wriggle still, Beside that sandy shore, The cruel little darkey boy, Was never heard of more.

Unknown.



DUTCH LULLABY

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sung a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, But never afeard are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam, Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Eugene Field.



THE DINKEY-BIRD

In an ocean, 'way out yonder (As all sapient people know), Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; It's their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the Amfalula-tree!

There the gum-drops grow like cherries, And taffy's thick as peas,— Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the Amfalula-tree.

So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day, When there's naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play; When I hear their laughter ringing, Then I'm sure as sure can be That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the Amfalula-tree.

For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras And staccatos are so sweet— His roulades, appogiaturas, And robustos so complete, That the youth of every nation— Be they near or far away— Have especial delectation In that gladsome roundelay.

Their eyes grow bright and brighter, Their lungs begin to crow, Their hearts get light and lighter, And their cheeks are all aglow; For an echo cometh bringing The news to all and me That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the Amfalula-tree.

I'm sure you'd like to go there To see your feathered friend— And so many goodies grow there You would like to comprehend! Speed, little dreams, your winging To that land across the sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the Amfalula-Tree!

Eugene Field.



THE LITTLE PEACH

A little peach in the orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue: Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew, It grew.

One day, walking the orchard through, That little peach dawned on the view Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue— Those two.

Up at the peach a club they threw: Down from the limb on which it grew, Fell the little peach of emerald hue— Too true!

John took a bite, and Sue took a chew, And then the trouble began to brew,— Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue,— Paregoric too.

Under the turf where the daisies grew, They planted John and his sister Sue; And their little souls to the angels flew— Boo-hoo!

But what of the peach of emerald hue, Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew? Ah, well! its mission on earth is through— Adieu!

Eugene Field.



COUNSEL TO THOSE THAT EAT

With chocolate-cream that you buy in the cake Large mouthfuls and hurry are quite a mistake.

Wise persons prolong it as long as they can But putting in practice this excellent plan.

The cream from the chocolate lining they dig With a Runaway match or a clean little twig.

Many hundreds,—nay, thousands—of scoopings they make Before they've exhausted a twopenny cake.

With ices 'tis equally wrongful to haste; You ought to go slowly and dwell on each taste.

Large mouthfuls are painful, as well as unwise, For they lead to an ache at the back of the eyes.

And the delicate sip is e'en better, one finds, If the ice is a mixture of different kinds.

Unknown.



HOME AND MOTHER

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; Mother is with thee, By, baby, by. There, baby. (Oh, how the wild winds wail!) Hush, baby. (Turning to sleet and hail; Ah, how the pine-tree moans and mutters!— I wonder if Ellen will think of the shutters?)

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; Mother is with thee, By, baby, by. Rest thee. (She couldn't have left the blower Down in the parlor? There's so much to show her!) By-by, my sweetest. (Now the rain's pouring! Is it wind or the dining-room fire that's roaring?)

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; Mother is with thee, By, baby, by. How lovely his forehead!—my own blessed pet! He's nearly asleep. (Now I mustn't forget That pork in the brine, and the stair-rods to-morrow.) Heaven shield him forever from trouble and sorrow!

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; Mother is with thee, By, baby, by. Those dear little ringlets, so silky and bright! (I do hope the muffins will be nice and light.) How lovely he is! (Yes, she said she could fry.) Oh, what would I do if my baby should die!

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; Mother is with thee, By, baby, by. That sweet little hand, and the soft, dimpled cheek! Sleep, darling. (I'll have his clothes shortened this week. How tightly he's holding my dress; I'm afraid He'll wake when I move. There! his bed isn't made!)

Sleep, my own darling, By, baby, by; In thy soft cradle Peacefully lie. (He's settled at last. But I can't leave him so, Though I ought to be going this instant, I know. There's everything standing and waiting down-stairs. Ah me, but a mother is cumbered with cares!)

Mary Mapes Dodge.



LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups and saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

Onc't there was a little boy wouldn't say his pray'rs— An' when he went to bed at night, away up stairs, His mammy heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin; An' onc't when they was "company," an' ole folks was there, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about! An' the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An' the lampwick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo! An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,— You better mind yer parents, and yer teachers fond and dear, An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

James Whitcomb Riley.



A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Dunder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled!—his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a round little belly, That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Clement Clarke Moore.



A NURSERY LEGEND

Oh! listen, little children, to a proper little song Of a naughty little urchin who was always doing wrong: He disobey'd his mammy, and he disobey'd his dad, And he disobey'd his uncle, which was very near as bad. He wouldn't learn to cipher, and he wouldn't learn to write, But he would tear up his copy-books to fabricate a kite; And he used his slate and pencil in so barbarous a way, That the grinders of his governess got looser ev'ry day.

At last he grew so obstinate that no one could contrive To cure him of a theory that two and two made five And, when they taught him how to spell, he show'd his wicked whims By mutilating Pinnock and mislaying Watts's Hymns. Instead of all such pretty books, (which must improve the mind,) He cultivated volumes of a most improper kind; Directories and almanacks he studied on the sly, And gloated over Bradshaw's Guide when nobody was by.

From such a course of reading you can easily divine The condition of his morals at the age of eight or nine. His tone of conversation kept becoming worse and worse, Till it scandalised his governess and horrified his nurse. He quoted bits of Bradshaw that were quite unfit to hear, And recited from the Almanack, no matter who was near: He talked of Reigate Junction and of trains both up and down, And referr'd to men who call'd themselves Jones, Robinson, and Brown.

But when this naughty boy grew up he found the proverb true, That Fate one day makes people pay for all the wrong they do. He was cheated out of money by a man whose name was Brown, And got crippled in a railway smash while coming up to town. So, little boys and little girls, take warning while you can, And profit by the history of this unhappy man. Read Dr. Watts and Pinnock, dears; and when you learn to spell, Shun Railway Guides, Directories, and Almanacks as well!

Henry S. Leigh.



A LITTLE GOOSE

The chill November day was done, The working world home faring; The wind came roaring through the streets And set the gas-lights flaring; And hopelessly and aimlessly The scared old leaves were flying; When, mingled with the sighing wind, I heard a small voice crying.

And shivering on the corner stood A child of four, or over; No cloak or hat her small, soft arms, And wind blown curls to cover. Her dimpled face was stained with tears; Her round blue eyes ran over; She cherished in her wee, cold hand, A bunch of faded clover.

And one hand round her treasure while She slipped in mine the other: Half scared, half confidential, said, "Oh! please, I want my mother!" "Tell me your street and number, pet: Don't cry, I'll take you to it." Sobbing she answered, "I forget: The organ made me do it.

"He came and played at Milly's steps, The monkey took the money; And so I followed down the street, The monkey was so funny. I've walked about a hundred hours, From one street to another: The monkey's gone, I've spoiled my flowers, Oh! please, I want my mother."

"But what's your mother's name? and what The street? Now think a minute." "My mother's name is mamma dear— The street—I can't begin it." "But what is strange about the house, Or new—not like the others?" "I guess you mean my trundle-bed, Mine and my little brother's.

"Oh dear! I ought to be at home To help him say his prayers,— He's such a baby he forgets; And we are both such players;— And there's a bar to keep us both From pitching on each other, For Harry rolls when he's asleep: Oh dear! I want my mother."

The sky grew stormy; people passed All muffled, homeward faring: "You'll have to spend the night with me," I said at last, despairing, I tied a kerchief round her neck— "What ribbon's this, my blossom?" "Why don't you know!" she smiling, said, And drew it from her bosom.

A card with number, street, and name; My eyes astonished met it; "For," said the little one, "you see I might sometimes forget it: And so I wear a little thing That tells you all about it; For mother says she's very sure I should get lost without it."

Eliza Sproat Turner.



LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS

I haf von funny leedle poy, Vot comes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der createst rogue, As efer you dit see. He runs, und schumps, und schmashes dings In all barts off der house: But vot off dot? He vas mine son, Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.

He get der measles und der mumbs And eferyding dot's oudt; He sbills mine glass off lager bier, Poots schnuff indo mine kraut. He fills mine pipe mit Limburg cheese— Dot vas der roughest chouse; I'd dake dot vrom no oder poy But leedle Yawcob Strauss.

He dakes der milk-ban for a dhrum, Und cuts mine cane in dwo, To make der schticks to beat it mit— Mine cracious, dot vas drue! I dinks mine hed vas schplit abart, He kicks oup sooch a touse: But nefer mind; der poys vas few Like dot young Yawcob Strauss.

He asks me questions sooch as dese: Who baints mine nose so red? Who vas it cuts dot schmoodth blace oudt Vrom der hair ubon mine hed? Und vere dere plaze goes vrom her lamp Vene'er der glim I douse. How gan I all dose dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss?

I somedimes dink I schall go vild Mit sooch a grazy poy, Und vish vonce more I gould haf rest, Und beaceful dimes enshoy; But ven he vas aschleep in ped So guiet as a mouse, I prays der Lord, "Dake anyding, But leaf dot Yawcob Strauss."

Charles Follen Adams.



A PARENTAL ODE TO MY SON, AGED THREE YEARS AND FIVE MONTHS

Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop,—first let me kiss away that tear)— Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) Thou merry, laughing sprite! With spirits feather-light, Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin— (Good Heavens! the child is swallowing a pin!)

Thou little tricksy Puck! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air— (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy! In love's dear chain, so strong and bright a link, Thou idol of thy parents—(Drat the boy! There goes my ink!)

Thou cherub—but of earth; Fit playfellow for Fays, by moonlight pale, In harmless sport and mirth, (That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail!) Thou human humming-bee, extracting honey From every blossom in the world that blows, Singing in youth's elysium ever sunny, (Another tumble!—that's his precious nose!)

Thy father's pride and hope! (He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope!) With pure heart newly stamped from Nature's mint— (Where did he learn that squint?) Thou young domestic dove! (He'll have that jug off with another shove!) Dear nursling of the Hymeneal nest! (Are those torn clothes his best?) Little epitome of man! (He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan!) Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life (He's got a knife!)

Thou enviable being! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John! Toss the light ball—bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!) Thou pretty opening rose! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star,— (I wish that window had an iron bar!) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove,— (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write unless he's sent above!)

Thomas Hood.



LITTLE MAMMA

Why is it the children don't love me As they do Mamma? That they put her ever above me— "Little Mamma?" I'm sure I do all that I can do, What more can a rather big man do, Who can't be Mamma— Little Mamma?

Any game that the tyrants suggest, "Logomachy,"—which I detest,— Doll-babies, hop-scotch, or baseball, I'm always on hand at the call. When Noah and the others embark, I'm the elephant saved in the ark. I creep, and I climb, and I crawl— By turns am the animals all. For the show on the stair I'm always the bear, Chimpanzee, camel, or kangaroo. It is never, "Mamma,— Little Mamma,— Won't you?"

My umbrella's the pony, if any— None ride on Mamma's parasol: I'm supposed to have always the penny For bonbons, and beggars, and all. My room is the one where they clatter— Am I reading, or writing, what matter! My knee is the one for a trot, My foot is the stirrup for Dot. If his fractions get into a snarl Who straightens the tangles for Karl? Who bounds Massachusetts and Maine, And tries to bound flimsy old Spain? Why, It is I, Papa,— Not Little Mamma!

That the youngsters are ingrates don't say. I think they love me—in a way— As one does the old clock on the stair,— Any curious, cumbrous affair That one's used to having about, And would feel rather lonely without. I think that they love me, I say, In a sort of a tolerant way; But it's plain that Papa Isn't Little Mamma.

Thus when twilight comes stealing anear, When things in the firelight look queer; And shadows the playroom enwrap, They never climb into my lap And toy with my head, smooth and bare, As they do with Mamma's shining hair; Nor feel round my throat and my chin For dimples to put fingers in; Nor lock my neck in a loving vise, And say they're "mousies"—that's mice— And will nibble my ears, Will nibble and bite With their little mice-teeth, so sharp and so white, If I do not kiss them this very minute— Don't-wait-a-bit-but-at-once-begin-it— Dear little Papa! That's what they say and do to Mamma.

If, mildly hinting, I quietly say that Kissing's a game that more can play at, They turn up at once those innocent eyes, And I suddenly learn to my great surprise That my face has "prickles"— My moustache tickles. If, storming their camp, I seize a pert shaver, And take as a right what was asked as a favor, It is, "Oh, Papa, How horrid you are— You taste exactly like a cigar!"

But though the rebels protest and pout, And make a pretence of driving me out, I hold, after all, the main redoubt,— Not by force of arms nor the force of will, But the power of love, which is mightier still. And very deep in their hearts, I know, Under the saucy and petulant "Oh," The doubtful "Yes," or the naughty "No," They love Papa.

And down in the heart that no one sees, Where I hold my feasts and my jubilees, I know that I would not abate one jot Of the love that is held by my little Dot Or my great big boy for their little Mamma, Though out in the cold it crowded Papa. I would not abate it the tiniest whit, And I am not jealous the least little bit; For I'll tell you a secret: Come, my dears, And I'll whisper it—right-into-your-ears— I, too, love Mamma, Little Mamma!

Charles Henry Webb.



THE COMICAL GIRL

There was a child, as I have been told, Who when she was young didn't look very old. Another thing, too, some people have said, At the top of her body there grew out a head; And what perhaps might make some people stare Her little bald pate was all covered with hair. Another strange thing which made gossipers talk, Was that she often attempted to walk. And then, do you know, she occasioned much fun By moving so fast as sometimes to run. Nay, indeed, I have heard that some people say She often would smile and often would play. And what is a fact, though it seems very odd, She had monstrous dislike to the feel of a rod. This strange little child sometimes hungry would be And then she delighted her victuals to see. Even drink she would swallow, and though strange it appears Whenever she listened it was with her ears. With her eyes she could see, and strange to relate Her peepers were placed in front of her pate. There, too, was her mouth and also her nose, And on her two feet were placed her ten toes. Her teeth, I've been told, were fixed in her gums, And beside having fingers she also had thumbs. A droll child she therefore most surely must be, For not being blind she was able to see. One circumstance more had slipped from my mind Which is when not cross she always was kind. And, strangest of any that yet I have said, She every night went to sleep on her bed. And, what may occasion you no small surprise, When napping, she always shut close up her eyes.

M. Pelham.



BUNCHES OF GRAPES

"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy, "Pomegrantes pink," says Elaine; "A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me," says Jane.

"Love-in-a-mist," says Timothy, "Primroses pale," says Elaine; "A nosegay of pinks and mignonette For me," says Jane.

"Chariots of gold," says Timothy, "Silvery wings," says Elaine; "A bumpety ride in a waggon of hay For me," says Jane.

Walter Ramal.



XVI

IMMORTAL STANZAS



THE PURPLE COW

I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather see than be one.

Gelett Burgess.



THE YOUNG LADY OF NIGER

There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger; They came back from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the Tiger.

Unknown.



THE LAUGHING WILLOW

To see the Kaiser's epitaph Would make a weeping willow laugh.

Oliver Herford.



SAID OPIE READ

Said Opie Read to E. P. Roe, "How do you like Gaboriau?" "I like him very much indeed!" Said E. P. Roe to Opie Read.

Julian Street and James Montgomery Flagg.



MANILA

Oh, dewy was the morning, upon the first of May, And Dewey was the admiral, down in Manila Bay; And dewy were the Regent's eyes, them royal orbs of blue, And do we feel discouraged? We do not think we do!

Eugene F. Ware.



ON THE ARISTOCRACY OF HARVARD

I come from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod; Where the Cabots speak only to Lowells, And the Lowells speak only to God!

Dr. Samuel G. Bushnell.



ON THE DEMOCRACY OF YALE

Here's to the town of New Haven, The home of the truth and the light; Where God speaks to Jones in the very same tones, That he uses with Hadley and Dwight!

Dean Jones.



THE HERRING

"The Herring he loves the merry moonlight And the Mackerel loves the wind, But the Oyster loves the dredging song For he comes of a gentler kind."

Sir Walter Scott.



IF THE MAN

If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.

Samuel Johnson.



THE KILKENNY CATS

There wanst was two cats of Kilkenny, Each thought there was one cat too many, So they quarrell'd and fit, They scratch'd and they bit, Till, barrin' their nails, And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there warnt any.

Unknown.



POOR DEAR GRANDPAPA

What is the matter with Grandpapa? What can the matter be? He's broken his leg in trying to spell Tommy without a T.

D'Arcy W. Thompson.



MORE WALKS

Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many rich I see; There's A. and B. and C. and D. All better off than me!

Richard Harris Barham.



INDIFFERENCE

The cat is in the parlour, The dog is in the lake; The cow is in the hammock,— What difference does it make?



MADAME SANS SOUCI

"Bon jour, Madame Sans Souci; Combien coutent ces soucis ci?" "Six sous." "Six sous ces soucis ci! C'est trop cher, Madame Sans Souci!"



A RIDDLE

The man in the wilderness asked of me How many strawberries grew in the sea. I answered him as I thought good, As many as red herrings grow in the wood.



IF

If all the land were apple-pie, And all the sea were ink; And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we do for drink?

THE END



INDICES



INDEX OF AUTHORS

page Authors Unknown All's Well That Ends Well 264 Amazing Facts About Food 91 Ambiguous Lines 804 Any One Will Do 169 As To The Weather 107 Ballad of Bedlam, A 886 Ballad of High Endeavor, A 484 Bellagcholly Days 747 Bells, The 816 Cameronian Cat, The 917 Careful Penman, The 810 Catalectic Monody, A 833 Categorical Courtship 207 Chemist to His Love, A 206 Christmas Chimes 284 Clown's Courtship, The 217 Conjugal Conundrum, A 371 Cosmic Egg, The 771 Cosmopolitan Woman, A 167 Counsel to Those That Eat 932 Country Summer Pastoral, A 883 Cupid's Darts 67 Darwinian Ballad 913 Dirge 787 Father William 531 Fin de Siecle 357 Fragment, A 450 Future of the Classics, The 826 Gillian 511 Hom[oe]opathic Soup 76 Hyder Iddle 879 Idyll of Phatte and Leene, An 406 If 951 Imagiste Love Lines 383 Imaginative Crisis, The 451 Imitations of Walt Whitman 434 Indifference 950 Invitation to the Zoological Gardens, An 822 Israfiddlestrings 472 Justice to Scotland 384 Kilkenny Cats, The 950 Kindly Advice 890 King John and the Abbot 554 King Arthur 879 Learned Negro, The 274 Life 783 Lines 456 Lines by an Old Fogy 882 Lines to Miss Florence Huntingdon 830 Lines Written After a Battle 456 Little Star, The 476 Logic 809 Logical English 809 Lost Spectacles, The 287 Love's Moods and Tenses 812 Man of Words, A 790 Man's Place in Nature 89 Maudle-in-Ballad, A 510 Midsummer Madness 377 Minguillo's Kiss 122 Mme. Sans Souci 951 Modern Hiawatha, The 482 Mr. Finney's Turnip 847 My Dream 853 My Foe 529 Naughty Darkey Boy, The 927 Nirvana 900 North, East, South and West 403 Nursery Rhymes a la Mode 509 Nursery Song in Pidgin English 530 Ocean Wanderer, The 879 Ode to a Bobtailed Cat 736 Odv 788 On a Deaf Housekeeper 76 Origin of Ireland, The 106 Original Lamb, The 477 Panegyric on the Ladies 803 Questions with Answers 810 Rev. Gabe Tucker's Remarks 312 Riddle, A 951 Rural Raptures 450 Sainte Margerie 477 Siege of Belgrade, The 813 Similes 791 Song of the Springtide 527 Sonnet Found in a Deserted Mad House 851 Stanzas to Pale Ale 732 Strike Among the Poets, A 785 Susan Simpson 774 There was a Little Girl 926 Thingumbob, The 882 Three Children 843 Three Jovial Huntsmen 878 'Tis Midnight 843 'Tis Sweet to Roam 878 To an Importunate Host 534 To Be or Not To Be 891 Transcendentalism 92 Trust in Women 276 Two Fishers 188 Ultimate Joy, The 32 Unfortunate Miss-Bailey 702 Village Choir, The 528 Whango Tree, The 842 What is a Woman Like? 118 Whenceness of the Which 476 Whistler, The 133 Wonders of Nature 882 Wordsworthian Reminiscence 470 Young Lady of Niger, The 948 Young Lochinvar 381

Adams, Charles Follen Leedle Yawcob Strauss 940

Adams, Franklin P. Erring in Company 55 Popular Ballad: "Never Forget Your Parents" 394 To a Thesaurus 825 Translated Way 427

Addison, Joseph Song 751 To a Capricious Friend 368

Aldrich, Dr. Henry Reasons for Drinking 364

Anstey, F. Select Passages from a Coming Poet 410

Aristophanes Chorus of Women 126

Ashby-Sterry, J. Kindness to Animals 891 Pet's Punishment 184

Atwell, Roy Some Little Bug 77

Aytoun, William E. Bitter Bit, The 451 Broken Pitcher, The 196 Comfort in Affliction 453 Husband's Petition, The 454 Lay of the Lover's Friend, The 88

Aytoun, William E. , and Martin Lay of the Love Lorn, The 537

Bailey, Philip James Great Black Crow, The 908

Ballard, Harlan Hoge In the Catacombs 52

Bangs, John Kendrick "Mona Lisa" 95

Barham, Richard Harris [ Thomas Ingoldsby ] Confession, The 443 Forlorn One, The 449 Jackdaw of Rheims, The 586 Knight and the Lady, The 590 Misadventures at Margate 558 More Walks 950

Bayly, Thomas Haynes Why Don't the Men Propose? 130

Bede, Cuthbert In Memoriam 463

Beers, Henry A. Fish Story, A 916

Bellaw, A. W. Conjugal Conjugations 810 Old Line Fence, The 760

Belloc, Hilaire Frog, The 907 Llama, The 906 Microbe, The 907 Viper, The 906 Yak, The 906

Bennett, John To Marie 852

Birdseye, George Paradise 281

Blake, Rodney Hoch! der Kaiser 291

Blake, William Cupid 56 Little Vagabond, The 269

Blanchard, Laman Art of Book-Keeping, The 818 False Love and True Logic 183 Ode to a Human Heart 784 Whatever is, is Right 786

Bridges, Madeline Third Proposition, The 345

Bridgman, L. J. On Knowing When to Stop 312

Browne, Charles Farrar [ Artemus Ward ] Uncle Simon and Uncle Jim 849

Brownell, Henry Howard Lawyer's Invocation to Spring, The 402

Browning, Robert Pied Piper of Hamelin, The 603 Pope and the Net, The 286 Youth and Art 339

Bunner, H. C. Behold the Deeds 397 Home Sweet Home with Variations 498 Shake, Mulleary and Go-Ethe 40 Way to Arcady, The 201

Burdette, Robert J. Orphan Born 903 Romance of the Carpet, The 674 "Soldier, Rest!" 374 "Songs without Words" 413 What Will We Do? 311

Burgess, Gelett Dighton is Engaged 647 Extracts from the Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne 512 Invisible Bridge, The 855 Kitty Wants to Write 646 Lazy Roof, The 855 My Feet 855 Purple Cow, The 948 Villanelle of Things Amusing 73

Burnand, F. C. Fisherman's Chant, The 81 Oh, My Geraldine 180 True to Poll 275

Burns, Robert Address to the Toothache 724 Holy Willie's Prayer 272 John Barleycorn 730 Tam O'Shanter 623

Bushnell, Dr. Samuel G. On the Aristocracy of Harvard 949

Butler, Ellis Parker Secret Combination, The 209

Butler, Samuel Hypocrisy 365 Religion of Hudibras, The 271 Smatterers 365

Butler, William Allen Nothing to Wear 148

Byron, John Three Black Crows 254 Which is Which 368

Byron, Lord Written After Swimming from Sestos to Abydos 80

Calverley, Charles Stuart Ballad 467 Cock and the Bull, The 464 Companions 63 Disaster 469 First Love 116 Lovers and a Reflection 372 Ode to Tobacco 732 Schoolmaster, The 64

Cannan, Edward Unexpected Fact, An 844

Canning, George Elderly Gentlemen, The 665 Knife-grinder, The 249 Song 84

Carey, Henry Sally in Our Alley 182

Carleton, Will New Church Organ, The 162

Carroll, Lewis Father William 485 Humpty Dumpty's Recitation 872 Hunting of the Snark, The 676 Jabberwocky 869 Some Hallucinations 874 Walrus and the Carpenter, The 896 Ways and Means 870

Carryl, Charles E. Post Captain, The 615 Robinson Crusoe's Story 617

Carryl, Guy Wetmore Ballad, A 426 Girl was too Reckless of Grammar, A 395

Cary, Phoebe Ballad of the Canal 492 "The Day is Done" 490 Jacob 491 John Thomson's Daughter 494 There's a Bower of Bean-vines 493 Reuben 493 When Lovely Woman 494 Wife, The 494

Cayley, George John Epitaph, An 366

Chambers, Robert W. Officer Brady 232 Recruit, The 230

Chaucer, Geoffrey To My Empty Purse 58

Cheney, John Vance Kitchen Clock, The 220

Chesterfield, Lord On a Full-length Portrait of Beau Marsh 369

Chesterton, G. K. Ballade of an Anti-Puritan, A 337 Ballade of Suicide, A 224

Cholmondeley-Pennell, H. How the Daughters Come Down At Dunoon 533 Lay of the Deserted Influenzaed 746 Our Traveller 445

Clarke, H. E. Lady Mine 221

Clarke, Lewis Gaylord Flamingo, The 894

Claudius, Matthew Hen, The 892

Cleveland On Scotland 369

Clough, Arthur Hugh Latest Decalogue, The 261

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor Cologne 363 Eternal Poem, An 364 Giles's Hope 363 House that Jack Built, The 407 Job 364 On a Bad Singer 364 Rhymester, A 363

Collins, Mortimer Ad Chloen, M.A. 184 Chloe, M.A. 185 If 436 Martial in London 316 My Aunt's Spectre 600 Positivists, The 315 Salad 436 Sky-Making 314

Cone, Helen Gray Ballad of Cassandra Brown, The 345

Congreve, William Buxom Joan 179

Cook, Rev. Joseph Boston Nursery Rhymes 324

Corbet, Bishop Like to the Thundering Tone 848

Cotton, Charles Joys of Marriage, The 344

Cowley, Abraham Chronicle: A Ballad, The 176

Cowper, William Colubriad, The 909 Diverting History of John Gilpin, The 564 Pairing-Time Anticipated 212 Report of an Adjudged Case 82 Retired Cat, The 910

Crane, Stephen Man, The 248

Croffut, William Augustus Dirge, A 737

Cunningham, Allan John Grumlie 326

Daniell, Edith Inspect Us 471

Davison, Francis Are Women Fair? 189

Day, Holman F. Grampy Sings a Song 670

Deane, Anthony C. Here is the Tale 421 Imitation 375 Rural Bliss 97

DeBurgh, H. J. Half Hours with the Classics 779

Denison, J. P. Wing Tee Wee 139

Dibdin, Charles Nongtongpaw 808

Dillon, Viscount Donnybrook Jig, The 700

Dobson, Austin Dialogue From Plato, A 142 Dora Versus Rose 144 Jocosa Lyra 824 Rondeau, The 782 Tu Quoque 146

Dodge, H. C. If 268 Splendid Fellow, A 267

Dodge, Mary Mapes Home and Mother 932 Life in Laconics 311 Over the Way 125 Zealless Xylographer, The 759

Dole, Nathan Haskell Our Native Birds 53

Donne, John Song 330

Drummond, William Henry Wreck of the "Julie Plante" 662

Dreyden, John Epitaph Intended for His Wife 368

Edwards, John R. War: A-Z, The 829

Emerson, Ralph Waldo Fable 290

Fanshawe, Catherine M. Enigma on the Letter H 762 Imitation of Wordsworth, An 535

Farrow, G. E. Converted Cannibals, The 683 Retired Pork-Butcher and the Spook, The 685

Field, Eugene Dinkey Bird, The 929 Dutch Lullaby 928 Little Peach, The 931 Truth About Horace, The 50

Fields, James Thomas Alarmed Skipper, The 664 Owl-Critic, The 309 Turtle and the Flamingo, The 923

Fink, William W. Larrie O'Dee 165

Flagg, James Montgomery [with Julian Street ] Said Opie Reed 948

Foley, J. W. Nemesis 94 Scientific Proof 880

Forrester, Alfred A. [ Alfred Croquill ] To My Nose 832

Foss, Sam Walter Husband and Heather 160 Ideal Husband to His Wife, The 246 Meeting of the Clabberhuses, The 244 A Philosopher 242 Prayer of Cyrus Brown, The 54 Then Ag'in 357

Gallienne, Richard Le Melton Mowbray Pork-Pie, A 472

Gay, John New Song, A 754

Gilbert, Paul T. Triolet 120

Gilbert, W. S. Etiquette 256 Ferdinando and Elvira 635 Gentle Alice Brown 639 Mighty Must, The 376 Played-Out Humorist, The 25 Practical Joker, The 26 Sing for the Garish Eye 875 Sir Guy the Crusader 644 Story of Prince Agib, The 641 To Phoebe 28 To the Terrestrial Globe 256 Yarn of the "Nancy Bell" 632

Gillinan, S. W. Finnigin to Flannigan 225

Godley, A. D. After Horace 320 Pensees de Noel 336

Goldsmith, Oliver Elegy, An 740 Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog, An 764 Parson Gray 741

Googe, Barnaby Out of Sight, Out of Mind 807

Graves, Alfred Perceval Father O'Flynn 719 Ould Doctor Macke 717

Gray, Thomas On the Death of a Favorite Cat 557

Greene, Albert Gorton Old Grimes 766

Grissom, Arthur Ballade of Forgotten Loves 223

Guiterman, Arthur Elegy 445 Legend of the First Cam-u-el, The 888 Mavrone 378 Mexican Serenade 902 Sketch from the Life, A 121 Strictly Germ Proof 87

Halpine, Charles Graham Feminine Arithmetic 191

Harrington, Sir John Of a Certain Man 282 Of a Precise Tailor 322

Harte, Bret Ballad of the Emeu, The 921 "Jim" 652 Plain Language from Truthful James 648 Society Upon the Stanislaus, The 650 To the Pliocene Skull 46 Willows, The 423

Hartswick, F. G. Somewhere-in-Europe-Wodky 482

Hastings, Lady T. "Exactly So" 61

Hay, John Distichs 247 Enchanted Shirt, The 658 Good and Bad Luck 334 Jim Bludso 661 Little Breeches 657

Hazzard, John Edward Ain't It Awful, Mabel? 137

Heber, Reginald Sympathy 270

Henley, William Ernest Culture in the Slums 400 Her Little Feet 59 Triolet, The 782 Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves 399

Herford, Oliver Catfish, The 900 Cloud, The 134 Laughing Willow, The 948 Mark Twain: A Pipe Dream 30 Phyllis Lee 139 War Relief 901

Herrick, Robert Five Wives 772 No Fault in Women 166 Ternary of Littles Upon a Pipkin of Jelly Sent to a Lady, A 806

Hill, Marion Lovelilts 824

Hogg, James Love is Like a Dizziness 218

Holmes, Oliver Wendell [OE]stivation 849 Ballad of the Oysterman, The 583 Cacoethes Scribendi 238 Contentment 238 The Deacon's Masterpiece 580 Familiar Letter to Several Correspondents, A 36 Height of the Ridiculous, The 38 Ode for a Social Meeting 833 Our Hymn 374 To the Portrait of "A Gentleman" 236

Hood, Thomas Bachelor's Dream, The 342 Ben Bluff 619 Death's Ramble 801 Faithless Nellie Gray 797 Faithless Sally Brown 792 No! 792 Nocturnal Sketch, A 823 Parental Ode to my Son Aged Three Years and Five Months, A 941 Sally Simpkin's Lament 800 Tim Turpin 795 To Minerva 49

Hood, Thomas, Jr. In Memoriam Technicam 413 Takings 817 Wedding, The 412

Hook, Theodore Cautionary Verses 828

Hovey, Richard Barney McGee 721

Hunt, Leigh Jovial Priest's Confession, The 834 Nun, The 206

Huntley, Stanley Annabel Lee 497

Ingoldsby, Thomas [See Richard Harris Barham ]

Irwin, Wallace Blow Me Eyes! 115 Constant Cannibal Maiden, The 194 Grain of Salt, A 241

Jenks, Tudor Old Bachelor, An 98

Johnson, Burges Why Doth a Pussy Cat? 895

Johnson, Hilda Quest of the Purple Cow, The 100

Johnson, Rossiter Ninety-nine in the Shade 781

Johnson, Samuel If the Man 949

Johnston, William On the Downtown Side of an Uptown Street 79

Johnstone, Henry Fastidious Serpent, The 887

Jones, Dean On the Democracy of Yale 949

Jonson, Ben Answer to Master Wither's Song, "Shall I, Wasting in Despair?" 526 Cupid 211 To Doctor Empiric 365

Keats, John Portrait, A 496

Kerr, Orpheus [See Robert H. Newell ]

King, Ben How Often 489 If I Should Die To-night 489 Pessimist, The 358

Kingsley, Charles Oubit, The 330

Kipling, Rudyard Commonplaces 427 Divided Destinies 904 Study of an Elevation, in Indian Ink 226

Knight, Henry Coggswell Lunar Stanzas 841

Lamb, Charles Farewell to Tobacco, A 726 Nonsense Verses 848

Lampton, W. J. New Persion, The 90

Landor, Walter Savage Honey-moon, The 366 Gifts Returned 198

Lang, Andrew Ballad of the Primitive Jest 72 Double Ballad of Primitive Man 331

Langbridge, Frederick Quite By Chance 205

Lanigan, George Thomas Ahkoond of Swat, The 710 Dirge of the Moolla of Kotal 712

Lear, Edward Ahkoond of Swat, The 708 Jumbles, The 862 New Vestments, The 866 Owl and the Pussy Cat, The 901 Pobble Who Has No Toes, The 865 Two Old Bachelors, The 868 Yongby-Bonghy-Bo, The 859

Leigh, Henry S. Cossimbazar 843 Maud 188 My Love and My Heart 204 Nursery Legend, A 937 Only Seven 543 Romanunt of Humpty Dumpty, The 411 'Twas Ever Thus 544 Twins, The 108

Leland, Charles Godfrey Ballad of Charity, A 613 Ballad of Hans Breitmann 669 Hans Breitmann's Party 668 Legend of Heinz Von Stein, The 49

Lemke, E. Rhyme of Musicians, A 772

Lemon, Mark How to Make a Man of Consequence 280

Lessing Mendax 369 To a Slow Walker and Quick Eater 369

Lever, Charles Pope, The 70 Widow Malone, The 126

Lindesay, Sir David Carman's Account of a Law Suit, A 807

Locker-Lampson, Frederick Circumstance 444 Mrs. Smith 155 My Mistress's Boots 153 On a Sense of Humor 367 Some Ladies 367 Susan 157 Terrible Infant, A 156

Loines, Russell Hilliard On a Magazine Sonnet 281

Loomis, Charles Battell O-u-g-h 761 Propinquity Needed 51 Song of Sorrow, A 386

Loring, Fred W. Fair Millinger, The 186

Lovelace, Richard Song 241

Lover, Samuel Birth of Saint Patrick, The 58 Father Malloy 307 How to Ask and Have 181 Lanty Leary 208 Paddy O'Rafther 571 Quaker's Meeting, The 576 Rory O'More; or, Good Omens 141

Lowell, James Russell Candidate's Creed, The 294 Courtin', The 110 What Mr. Robinson Thinks 292 Without and Within 359

Ludlow, Fitz Hugh Too Late 348

Lummis, C. F. Poe-'em of Passion, A 532

Lysaght, Edward Kitty of Coleraine 130

Mackay, Charles Bachelor's Mono-Rhyme, A 817 Cynical Ode to an Ultra-Cynical Public 339

Mackintosh, Newton Lucy Lake 463 Optimism 445 Pessimism 338

Macy, Arthur Rollicking Mastodon, The 853

Maginn, William Irishman and the Lady, The 742 St. Patrick, of Ireland, My Dear! 101

Marquis, Don For I Am Sad 379 Lilies 379

Marriott, John Devonshire Lane, The 266

Masson, Tom Kiss, The 109

Maxwell, J. C. Rigid Body Sings 483

Mayhew, Horace Travesty of Miss Fanshawe's Enigma 763

Menage, Gilles Happy Man, The 814

Merivale, Herman C. Darwinity 409 Town of Nice, The 438

Miller, Alice Duer If They Meant All They Said 247

Miller, Joaquin That Gentle Man From Boston Town 629 That Texan Cattle Man 288 William Brown of Oregon 653

Milne, A. A. From a Full Heart 31

Milton, John On the Oxford Carrier 780

Mix, Parmenas Accepted and Will Appear 268 He Came to Pay 447

Moore, Augustus M. Ballade of Ballade-Mongers, A 441

Moore, Clement Clarke Visit from St. Nicholas, A 935

Moore, Thomas If you Have Seen 444 Lying 86 Of All the Men 370 On Taking a Wife 367 Upon Being Obliged to Leave a Pleasant Party 367 What's My Thought Like? 370

Morgan, Bessie 'Spaecially Jim 129

Morris, Captain C. Contrast, The 265

Morris, George Pope Retort, The 174

Motteux, Peter A. Rondelay, A 41

Moxon, Frederick All at Sea 70

Munkittrick, R. K. Unsatisfied Yearning 889 What's in a Name? 347 Winter Dusk 42

Nack, James Here She Goes and There She Goes 572

Nairne, Lady The Laird o' Cockpen 703

Newell, Robert H. [ Orpheus C. Kerr ] American Traveller, The 757 Editor's Wooing, The 389 Great Fight, A 697 Rejected "National Hymns," The 387

O'Keefe, John Friar of Orders Gray, The 282

O'Leary, Cormac Reflections on Cleopathera's Needle 105

O'Reilly, John Boyle Constancy 137

Osborn, Selleck Modest Wit, A 260

Outram, George Annuity, The 350 On Hearing a Lady Praise a Certain Rev. Doctor's Eyes 368

Pain, Barry Bangkolidye 334 Martin Luther at Potsdam 404 Oh! Weary Mother 000 Poets at Tea, The 486

Paine, Albert Bigelow Mis' Smith 119 Sary "Fixes Up" Things 192

Palmer, E. H. Parterre, The 180 Shipwreck, The 876

Palmer, William Pitt Smack in School, The 128

Parke, Walter Foam and Fangs 544 His Mother-in-Law 75 My Madeline 773 Vague Story, A 74 Young Gazelle 918

Paull, H. M. Eastern Question, An 598

Peck, Samuel Minturn Bessie Brown, M.D. 120 Kiss in the Rain, A 123

Pelham, M. Comical Girl, The 946

Perry, Nora Love Knot, The 124

Philips, Barclay Polka Lyric, A 832

Philips, John Splendid Shilling, The 316

Piggot, Mostyn T. Hundred Best Books, The 769

Planche, J. R. Song 99

Pontalais, Jehan Du Money 323

Pope, Alexander Fool and the Poet, The 363 Ruling Passion, The 285 To a Blockhead 362

Porson, Richard Dido 366 Nothing 786

Porter, H. H. Forty Years After 210

Praed, Winthrop Mackworth Belle of the Ball, The 171 Song of Impossibilities, A 327

Pratt, Florence E. Courting in Kentucky 168

Prior, Matthew Epitaph, An 765 Phillis's Age 332 Remedy Worse Than the Disease, A 365 Simile, A 262

Proudfit, David Law Prehistoric Smith 83

Prout, Father Malbrouck 28 Sabine Farmer's Serenade, The 214

Ramal, Walter Bunches of Grapes 947

Rands, W. B. Clean Clara 283

Riley, James Whitcomb Little Orphant Annie 934 Lugubrious Whing-Whang, The 858 Man in the Moon, The 856 Old Man and Jim, The 678 Prior to Miss Belle's Appearance 925 Spirk Throll-Derisive 855 When the Frost Is on the Punkin 34

Robertson, Harrison Kentucky Philosophy 325

Robinson, Edwin Arlington Miniver Cheevy 229 Two Men 35

Roche, James Jeffrey Boston Lullaby, A 240 Lament of the Scotch Irish Exile 385 Sailor's Yarn, A 680 V-A-S-E, The 227

Rodger, Alexander Behave Yoursel' Before Folk 174

Romaine, Harry Unattainable, The 141

Ropes, Arthur Reed Lost Pleiad, The 161

Russell, Irwin First Banjo, The 672

Sancta-Clara, a Abraham St. Anthony's Sermon to the Fishes 251

Saxe, John G. Comic Miseries 42 Early Rising 44 Echo 750 Rhyme of the Rail 748 Sonnet to a Clam 734 Woman's Will 362

Sawyer, William "Caudal" Lecture, A 92 Cremation 534 Turvey Top 884

Scollard, Clinton Ballade of the Golfer in Love 222 Noureddin, the Son of the Shah 199

Scott, Sir Walter Herring, The 949 Nora's Vow 159

Seaman, Owen At the Sign of the Cock 414 Of Baiting the Lion 893 Plea for Trigamy, A 68 Presto Furioso 417 To Julia in Shooting Togs 418

Sheridan, Richard Brinsley Literary Lady, The 278 Wife, A 366

Shults, George Francis Under the Mistletoe 196

Sibley, Charles Plaidie, The 190

Sidney, James A. Irish Schoolmaster, The 103

Sims, George R. By Parcels Post 262

Smith, Harry B. "I Didn't Like Him" 157 My Angeline 158 Same Old Story 360

Smith, Horace Gouty Merchant and the Stranger, The 563 Jester Condemned to Death, The 378

Smith, James Baby's Debut, The 390 Surnames 804

Smith, Sydney Salad 93

Southey, Robert Battle of Blenheim, The 252 Cataract of Lodore, The 743 Devil's Walk on Earth, The 298 March to Moscow, The 775 Pig, The 914 Well of St. Keyne, The 584

Stanton, Frank Libby How to Eat Watermelons 73

Stephen, James Kenneth Cynicus to W. Shakespeare 362 Last Ride Together, The 431 Millennium, The 60 School 60 Senex to Matt. Prior 362 Thought, A 248

Stevens, H. P. Why 214

Street, Julian [with James Montgomery Flagg ] Said Opie Reed 948

Stuart, Alaric Bertrand Jim-Jam King of the Jou-jous, The 851

Stuart, Ruth McEnery Endless Song, The 768 Hen-Roost Man, The 247

Suckling, Sir John Out Upon It 218 Wedding, A 704

Swift, Dean Gentle Echo On Woman, A 752 Twelve Articles 279

Swinburne, Algernon Charles Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell, The 458 Nephelidia 459 Up the Spout 460

Taber, Harry Parsons Jaberwocky of Authors, The 437

Taylor, Bayard Angelo Orders His Dinner 428 Camerados 430 Cantelope, The 393 Hiram Hover 113 Palabras Grandiosas 407 Promissory Note, The 429

Taylor, Bert Leston Bygones 383 Farewell 419 Old Stuff 48 Post-Impressionism 235

Tennyson, Lord Goose, The 611 Northern Farmer 354

Thackeray, W. M. Ballad of Bouillabaisse, The 714 Crystal Palace, The 547 Little Billee 546 Old Fashioned Fun 33 Sorrows of Werther, The 140 Tragic Story, A 850 When Moonlike Ore the Hazure Seas 34 Willow-Tree, The 439 Wofle New Ballad of Jane Roney and Mary Brown, The 552

Thayer, Ernest Lawrence Casey at the Bat 601

Thompson, D'Arcy W. Poor Dear Grandpapa 950

Towne, Charles Hanson Messed Damozel, The 471

Traill, H. D. After Dilettante Concetti 474

Trowbridge, John Townsend Darius Green and His Flying-Machine 690

Turner, Eliza Sproat Little Goose, A 938

Turner, Godfrey Love Playnt, A 408

Tytler, James I Hae Laid a Herring in Saut 216

Untermeyer, Louis Owen Seaman 480 Robert Frost 479

Vandyne, Mary E. The Bald-headed Tyrant 720

Villon, Francois All Things Except Myself I Know 343

Wake, William Basil Saying Not Meaning 666

Ward, Artemus [See Charles Farrar Browne ]

Ware, Eugene Fitch He and She 109 Manila 949 Siege of Djklxprwbz, The 96

Warren, George F. Lord Guy 191

Waterman, Nixon If We Didn't Have to Eat 57

Weatherly, Frederic E. Bird in the Hand, A 170 Thursday 313 Usual Way, The 200

Webb, Charles Henry Little Mamma 943

Wells, Carolyn Diversions of the Re-Echo Club 515 Limericks 835 Styx River Anthology 521

West, Paul Cumberbunce, The 844

Wesley, Rev. Samuel On Butler's Monument 370

Witcher, Frances M. K. K. Can't Calculate 353 Widow Bedott to Elder Sniffles 195

White, Harriet R. Uffia 877

Whittier, John Greenleaf Skipper Ireson's Ride 688

Wilcox, Ella Wheeler Pin, A 132

Wildgoose, Oscuro More Impressions 509

Wilkie, A. C. Old Song By New Singers, An 506

Willis, N. P. Declaration, The 446

Willson, Arabella Appeal for Are to the Sextant of the Old Brick Meetinouse, A 66

Wolcot, John Actor, The 287 Pilgrims and the Peas, The 621 Razor Seller, The 297 To a Fly 734

Yates, Edmund All-Saints 280

Ybarra, Thomas R. Lay of Ancient Rome 753 Little Swirl of Vers Libre, A 380 Ode to Work in Springtime 47

Yriarte, Tomaso de Musical Ass, The 249



INDEX OF FIRST LINES

page A brace of sinners, for no good 621 A brow austere, a circumspective eye 280 A captain bold from Halifax who dwelt in country quarters 702 A cat I sing, of famous memory 833 A country curate visiting his flock 287 A district school, not far away 128 A fellow in a market town 297 A fellow near Kentuck's clime 494 A fig for St. Denis of France 101 A friend of mine was married to a scold 264 A hindoo died a happy thing to do 281 A knight and a lady once met in a grove 270 A little peach in the orchard grew 931 A little saint best fits a little shrine 806 A lively young turtle lived down by the banks 923 A lovely young lady I mourn in my rhymes 366 A maiden once, of certain age 169 A man of words and not of deeds 790 A man said to the universe 248 A man sat on a rock and sought 83 A Persian penman named Aziz 810 A Poet's Cat, sedate and grave 910 A quiet home had Parson Gray 741 A rollicking Mastodon lived in Spain 853 A Russian sailed over the blue Black Sea 374 A shabby fellow chanced one day to meet 287 A soldier and a sailor 179 A soldier of the Russians 90 A speech, both pithy and concise 61 A street there is in Paris famous 714 A supercilious nabob of the East 260 A tailor, a man of an upright dealing 322 A traveller wended the wilds among 576 A well there is in the west country 584 A whale of great porosity 916 A woman is like to but stay 118 A xylographer started to cross the sea 759 A young man once was sitting 394 Across the sands of Syria 888 Ah! Matt, old age has brought to me 362 Ah, Night! blind germ of days to be 484 Ah! poor intoxicated little knave 734 Ah, those hours when by-gone sages 779 Ah! who has seen the mailed lobster rise 882 Ah! why those piteous sounds of woe 449 Alas, unhappy land; ill-fated spot 712 All day she hurried to get through 119 All smatterers are more brisk and pert 365 Alone I sit at eventide 53 An ancient story I'll tell you anon 554 An Austrian Archduke, assaulted and assailed 829 An Austrian army, awfully array'd 813 An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this week 552 And so our royal relative was dead! 737 And this reft house is that the which he built 407 "Are women fair?" Ay, wondrous fair to see, too 189 As a friend to the children commend me the yak 906 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping 130 As I was walkin' the jungle round, a-killin' of tigers an' time 426 As long as I dwell on some stupendous 60 As wet as a fish as dry as a bone 791 Ask me no more: I've had enough Chablis 534 At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper 635 At morning's call 374 Baby's brain is tired of thinking 240 Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch 387 Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you 721 Basking in peace in the warm spring sun 674 Be brave, faint heart 445 Be kind and tender to the Frog 907 Be kind to the panther! for when thou wert young 890 Beauties, have ye seen this toy 211 Before a Turkish town 96 Behave yoursel' before folk 174 Ben Battle was a soldier bold 797 Ben Bluff was a whaler, and many a day 619 Beside a Primrose 'broider'd Rill 139 Between Adam and me the great difference is 367 Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose 82 Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides 784 "Bon jour, Madame Sans Souci 950 Bright breaks the warrior o'er the ocean wave 879 Brisk methinks I am, and fine 772 "Bunches of grapes," says Timothy 947 By the side of a murmuring stream an elderly gentleman sat 665 Bye Baby Bunting 324 Calm and implacable 375 "Can you spare a Threepenny bit 901 Careless rhymer, it is true 185 Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie 51 Charm is a woman's strongest arm 247 Chilly Dovebber with his boadigg blast 747 Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast 909 "Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life 367 Come! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go 833 Come fleetly, come fleetly, my hooksbadar 843 "Come here, my boy; hould up your head 103 Come hither, my heart's darling 454 Come into the Whenceness Which 476 "Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again 676 Come mighty Must! 376 Comrades, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair 537 De Hen-roost Man he'll preach about Paul 247 Dear maid, let me speak 810 Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold 269 Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop 262 Delmonico's is where he dines 267 Der Kaiser of dis Faterland 291 Der noble Ritter Hugo 669 Did you hear of the Widow Malone 126 Dighton is engaged! Think of it and tremble! 647 Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry 67 Do you know why the rabbits are caught in the snare 214 Do you think I'll marry a woman 817 Doe, doe! 746 Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaaey? 354 Down in the silent hallway 889 Easy is the triolet 782 Echo, tell me, while I wander 751 Even is come; and from the dark Park, hark 823 Everywhere, everywhere, following me 430 Exquisite wines and comestibles 316 Far off in the waste of desert sand 851 Far, oh, far is the Mango island 194 "Farewell!" Another gloomy word 419 Felis Infelix Cat unfortunate 736 First there's the Bible 769 For his religion it was fit 271 From Arranmore the weary miles I've come 378 From his brimstone bed at break of day 298 From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through 459 From the madding crowd they stand apart 227 From the tragic-est novels at Mudie's 144 "Gentle, modest little flower 28 "Gimme my scarlet tie," 334 Gin a body meet a body 483 Gineral B. is a sensible man 292 Given a roof, and a taste for rations 311 Go and catch a falling star 330 Go 'way, fiddle; folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squawkin' 672 "God bless the King! God bless the faith's defender! 368 "God bless the man who first invented sleep!" 44 God makes sech nights, all white an' still 110 Good Luck is the gayest of all gay girls 334 Good people all, of every sort 764 Good people all, with one accord 740 Good reader! if you e'er have seen 444 "Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom 369 Half a bar, half a bar 528 Hamelin Town's in Brunswick 603 Handel, Bendel, Mendelssohn 772 Hans Breitmann gife a barty 668 Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife 316 Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay 580 He cannot be complete in aught 367 He dropt a tear on Susan's bier 157 He dwelt among "Apartments let," 491 He girded on his shining sword 100 He is too weet a melancholy carle 496 He killed the noble Mudjokivis 482 He lived in a cave by the seas 331 He stood on his head by the wild seashore 75 He thought he saw an Elephant 874 He took her fancy when he came 817 He was the chairman of the Guild 244 Hear what Highland Nora said 159 Her heart she locked fast in her breast 209 Her little feet! Beneath us ranged the sea 59 Her washing ended with the day 494 Here lies my wife: here let her lie! 368 Here lieth one, who did not most truly prove 780 Here's to the town of New Haven 949 Hi! Just you drop that! Stop, I say! 460 His eye was stern and wild his cheek was pale and cold as clay 450 History, and nature, too, repeat themselves, they say 360 How do the daughters 533 "How does the water 743 How hard, when those who do not wish 818 How old may Philis be, you ask 332 How uneasy is his life 344 Hyder iddle didle dell 879 Hypocrisy will serve as well 365 I am 900 I am a friar of orders gray 282 I am an ancient Jest! 72 I come from good old Boston 949 I am a hearthrug 377 I am a lone, unfeathered chick 903 I am numb from world-pain 380 I, Angelo, obese, black-garmented 428 I asked of Echo, t'other day 750 I cannot praise the doctor's eyes 368 I cannot sing the old songs 413 I cannot tell you how I love 235 I couldn't help weeping with delight 521 I count it true which sages teach 413 I devise to end my days in a tavern drinking 834 I du believe in Freedom's cause 294 I do confess, in many a sigh 86 I don't go much on religion 657 I don't know any greatest treat 180 I dreamed a dream next Tuesday week 853 I dwells in the Hearth, and I breathes in the Hair 763 I gaed to spend a week in Fife 350 I hae laid a herring in saut 216 I haf von funny leedle poy 940 I have a bookcase, which is what 40 I have a copper penny and another copper penny 809 I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book 32 I have found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair 822 I have made me an end of the moods of maidens 511 I have watch'd thee with rapture, and dwelt on thy charms 456 I knew an old wife lean and poor 611 I know not of what we ponder'd 63 I know when milk does flies contain 343 I lately lived in quiet ease 218 I lay i' the bosom of the sun 407 I love my lady with a deep purple love 383 I love thee, Mary, and thou lovest me 206 "I love you, my lord!" 120 I marvell'd why a simple child 543 I may as well 685 I never rear'd a young gazelle 544 I never saw a Purple Cow 948 "I never saw a purple cow 515 I recollect a nurse call'd Ann 156 I remember, I remember 107 I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James 650 I said, "This horse, sir, will you shoe?" 809 I sat one night beside a blue-eyed girl 207 I saw a certain sailorman who sat beside the sea 70 I saw a peacock with a fiery tail 804 I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill 365 I sent my love a parcel 262 I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau 212 I sometimes think I'd rather crow 891 I strolled beside the shining sea 844 I tell thee, Dick, where I have been 704 I walked and came upon a picket fence 470 I was in Margate last July. I walk'd upon the pier 558 I wonder what your thoughts are, little cloud 134 I would all womankind were dead 88 I would flee from the city's rule and law 883 I would that all men my hard case might know 397 I wrote some lines once on a time 38 I wus mighty good-lookin' when I was young 129 I yearn to bite on a Colloid 91 I'd Never Dare to Walk across 855 I'd read three hours. Both notes and text 142 If all be true that I do think 364 If all the harm women have done 248 If all the land were apple-pie 951 If all the trees in all the woods were men 238 If down his throat a man should choose 844 If e'er my rhyming be at fault 55 If ever there lived a Yankee lad 690 If I go to see the play 48 If I should die to-night 489 If I were thine, I'd fail not of endeavour 345 If I were you, when ladies at the play, Sir 146 If, in the month of dark December 80 If life were never bitter 436 If the man who turnips cries 949 If there is a vile, pernicious 60 If thou wouldst stand on Etna's burning brow 445 If we square a lump of pemmican 880 If you become a nun, dear 206 I'll sing you a song, not very long 275 I'll tell thee everything I can 870 I'm taught p-l-o-u-g-h 761 I'm thankful that the sun and moon 882 "Immortal Newton never spoke 369 In a church which is furnish'd with mullion and gable, I 280 In a Devonshire lane as I trotted along 266 In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow 368 In an ocean, 'way out yonder 929 In Ballades things always contrive to get lost 441 In Broad Street Buildings on a winter night 563 In candent ire the solar splendour flames 849 In days of peace my fellow-men 31 In early youth, as you may guess 918 In form and feature, face and limb 108 In heaven a spirit doth dwell 472 In his chamber, weak and dying 785 In Koeln, a town of monks and bones 363 In letters large upon the frame 347 In London I never know what I'd be at 265 In our hearts is the Great One of Avon 824 In the age that was golden, the halcyon time 338 In the "Foursome" some would fain 222 In the lonesome latter years 429 In these days of indigestion 77 "In winter, when the fields are white 872 Inglorious friend! most confident I am 734 Interred beneath this marble stone 765 Is moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter 372 It is told, on Buddhi-theosophic schools 92 It is very aggravating 50 It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day 601 It may be so perhaps thou hast 236 It once might have been, once only 339 It was a millinger most gay 186 It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by the well 196 It was a robber's daughter, and her name was Alice Brown 639 It was a summer's evening 252 It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side 583 It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine 904 It was a hairy oubit, sac proud he crept alabg 330 It was in a pleasant deepo, sequestered from the rain 613 It was many and many a year ago 532 It ripen'd by the river banks 444 It worries me to beat the band 137 Its eyes are gray 121 I've been trying to fashion a wifely ideal 68 Jacob! I do not like to see thy nose 914 Jem writes his verses with more speed 363 Jim Bowker, he said, if he'd had a fair show 357 John Alcohol, my foe, John 529 John Bull for pastime took a prance 808 John Gilpin was a citizen of credit and renown 564 John Grumlie Swore by the light o' the moon 326 Just take a trifling handful, O philosopher 314 Kitty wants to write! Kitty intellectual! 646 Knitting is the maid o' the kitchen, Milly 220 Knows he that never took a pinch 832 La Galisse now I wish to touch 814 Lady Clara Vere de Vere! 412 Lady, I loved you all last year 327 Lady mine, most fair thou art 221 Lady, very fair are you 184 Lanty was in love, you see 208 Last year I trod these fields with Di 155 Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep! 848 Lest it may more quarrels breed 279 Life and the Universe show spontaneity 315 Life is a gift that most of us hold dear 357 Life would be an easy matter 57 Lilies, lilies, white lilies and yellow 379 Like to the thundering tone of unspoke speeches 848 Little bopeepals 324 Little I ask; my wants are few 238 Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay 934 Little Penelope Socrates 284 Lives there a man with a soul so dead 786 Long by the willow-trees 439 Lord Erskine, at women presuming to rail 366 Malbrouck, the prince of commanders 28 Man is for woman made 41 Many a long, long year ago 664 Margarita first possess'd 176 Marry, I lent my gossip my mare, to fetch home coals 807 Mary had a little lamb 506 Matilda Maud Mackenzie frankly hadn't any chin 395 May the Babylonish curse 726 Men, Dying, make their wills, but wives 362 Men once were surnamed for their shape or estate 804 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam 498 Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn 229 Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa! 95 Miss Flora McFlimsey, of Madison Square 148 Mr. Finney had a turnip 847 My brother Jack was nine in May 390 My coachman, in the moonlight there 359 My curse upon you venom'd stang 724 My dear young friend, whose shining wit 42 My feet, they haul me Round the House 855 My Heart will break I'm sure it will 183 My lank limp lily, my long lithe lily 510 My little dears, who learn to read, pray early, learn to shun 828 My Love has sicklied unto Loath 410 My Madeline! my Madeline! 773 My passion is as mustard strong 754 My pipe is lit, my grog is mixed 342 My temples throb, my pulses boil 49 My William was a soldier, and he says to me, says he 598 Mysterious Nothing! how shall I define 786 Nay, I cannot come into the garden just now 188 "Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? 249 Night saw the crew like pedlars with their packs 841 No fault in women, to refuse 166 No longer, O scholars, shall Platus 826 No sun no moon! 792 No usual words can bear the woe I feel 379 Nothing to do but work 358 Now Jake looked up it was time to sup, and the buckets was yet to fill 421 Now the Widow Mcgee 165 O cool in the summer is salad 436 "O Crikey, Bill!" she ses to me, she ses 400 O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! 781 O, if my love offended me 184 O lady wake! the azure moon 886 O mickle yeuks the keckle doup 384 O my earliest love, who, ere I number'd 116 O nymph with the nicest of noses 544 O precious code, volume, tome 825 O reverend sir, I do declare 195 O say, have you seen at the willows so green 921 O Season supposed of all free flowers 527 O the quietest home on earth had I 720 O thou wha in the heavens dost dwell 272 O what harper could worthily harp it 64 O'er the men of Ethiopia she would pour her cornucopia 160 Of all life's plagues I recommend to no man 76 Of all the girls that are so smart 182 Of all the mismated pairs ever created 480 Of all the men one meets about 370 Of all the rides since the birth of time 688 Of all the wimming doubly blest 241 Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety 719 Oh, but she was dark and shrill 509 Oh, dewy was the morning, upon the first of May 949 Oh, I have been North, and I have been South, and the East hath seen me pass 403 Oh! I have loved thee fondly, ever 732 Oh, I know a certain woman who is reckoned with the good 132 Oh, I used to sing a song 768 Oh, I want to win me hame 385 Oh listen, little children, to a proper little song 937 Oh, many have told of the monkeys of old 913 Oh, Mary had a little lamb, regarding whose cuticular 477 Oh, my Geraldine 180 Oh, sing a song of phosphates 324 Oh, solitude thou wonder-working fay 457 Oh, tell me have you ever seen a red, long-leg'd Flamingo? 894 Oh that my soul a marrow-bone might seize! 851 Oh, the days were ever shiny 204 Oh, the fisherman is a happy wight! 81 Oh, the Roman was a rogue 753 "Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother 181 Oh, 'twas O'Nolan M'Figg 700 Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes! 26 "Oh! what is that comes gliding in 800 Oh, what's the way to Arcady? 201 Oh, Wing Tee Wee 139 Oh, would that working I might shun 47 Oh, yes, we've be'n fixin' some sence we sold that piece o' groun' 192 Oh! young Lochinvar has come out of the West 381 Old Grimes is dead; that good old man 766 Old man never had much to say 678 Old Nick, who taught the village school 174 On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre 662 On me he shall ne'er put a ring 191 On the Coast of Goromandel 859 On the downtown side of an uptown street 79 On the eighth day of March it was, some people say 58 One day the dreary old King of death 801 One evening while reclining 268 One morning when Spring was in her teens 188 One of the kings of Scanderoon 578 One stormy morn I chanced to meet 123 One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is 458 Or ever a lick of Art was done 383 Out of the clothes that cover me 471 Out on the margin of moonshine land 858 Out rode from his wild, dark castle 49 Out upon it, I have loved 218 Over the way, over the way 125 Paddy, in want of a dinner one day 571 Paddy McCabe was dying one day 307 Peerless yet hapless maid of Q!