• Said Death to Passion

    "Give of thine an Acre unto me."

    Said Passion, through contracting Breaths

    "A Thousand Times Thee Nay."


    Bore Death from Passion

    All His East

    He — sovereign as the Sun

    Resituated in the West

    And the Debate was done.

  • The Sail


    The lonely sail is showing white

    Among the haze of the blue sea!..

    What does it search in foreign part?

    What left it in the native land?..


    The waves are playing, wind is whistling,

    And bending mast is creaking loud,

    Alas, – it does not hunt for pleasure
    ...

  • Come, let's aboard, my jolly blades,

       That love a merry life;

    To lazy souls leave home-bred trades,

       To husbands home-bred strife;

    Through Europe we will gaily roam,

    And leave our wives and cares at home.

                                  With a Fa la, &c.


    If any...

  • What means this high and more than mortal strain?

    'Tis St. Cecilia and her wondrous lyre,

    And from its strings with soft, celestial fire

    Comes...

  • Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold

    In vestal February;

    Not rather choosing out some rosy day

    From the rich coronet of the coming May,

    When all things meet to marry!

       O, quick, praevernal Power

    That signall'st punctual through the sleepy mould

    The Snowdrop's time to flower,...

  • Sang from the Heart, Sire,

    Dipped my Beak in it,

    If the Tune drip too much

    Have a tint too Red


    Pardon the Cochineal —

    Suffer the Vermillion —

    Death is the Wealth

    Of the Poorest Bird.


    Bear with the Ballad —

    Awkward — faltering —

    Death twists the...

  • Our fathers, brave men were and strong,

    And whisky was their daily liquor;

    They used to move the world along

    In better style than now -- and quicker.

    Elections then were sport, you bet!

    A trifle rough, there's no denying

    When two opposing factions met

    The skin and hair were always flying....

  • Savior! I've no one else to tell —

    And so I trouble thee.

    I am the one forgot thee so —

    Dost thou remember me?

    Nor, for myself, I came so far —

    That were the little load —

    I brought thee the imperial Heart

    I had not strength to hold —

    The Heart I carried in my own —

    ...

  •             Darkness sat brooding o'er the infant world,

                That in chaotic gloom and silence lay,

                Till from the throne of Light the sun was hurled;

                Then that eternal night was changed to day,

                And his effulgent, life-imparting ray,

                O'er the wide waste of...