This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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17135 | Because he gave the ground on which the General Theological Seminary stands? |
17135 | Because he wrote a Hebrew Dictionary? |
17135 | Why? |
20909 | Along the rocks below the tree, I see it ripple up and wink; And I can hear it saying on,"And do you think? |
20909 | And do you think?" |
20909 | But when she goes I still can hear The water say,"And do you think?" |
20909 | What little wind now can it be?" |
26431 | Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball, Does ice- cream on your palate pall? |
26431 | Is it to you no treat? |
26431 | THE RIVAL QUEENS Now was n''t this ridiculous? |
26431 | They''re Flying Horses, are they not? |
26431 | fellers, ai n''t it prime? |
45270 | And sometimes does your patience flag? |
45270 | And then your brain begins to grow; You learn"How does the Kitty go?" |
45270 | But sometimes do the dull hours drag? |
45270 | Do n''t you think that is nice to say Upon a breezy, shiny day? |
45270 | How can you dream, not knowing words? |
45270 | Or is it like the song of birds, Or scent of flowers, or sunshine bright, Or South breeze on a summer''s night? |
45270 | So, then, what difference can it make, Whether you are asleep or''wake? |
11023 | WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? |
11023 | What is that, mother? |
11023 | What is that, mother? |
11023 | What is that, mother? |
11023 | What is that, mother? |
11023 | If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return their railing? |
11023 | My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? |
11023 | The sparrow builds her pretty nest Of wool, and hay, and moss; Who told her how to build it best, And lay the twigs across? |
11023 | Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his store of honey by, To eat in winter hours? |
11023 | [ Illustration: W] Who showed the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store? |
11023 | where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? |
33691 | And I wonder who it is that''s singing That little song of Ziz-- zis? |
33691 | And each little fellow has-- what do you think? |
33691 | And is he singing himself to sleep, Or is he singing to me? |
33691 | And shall I tell you just who it is That is singing soft and low? |
33691 | And what will you say when I tell you, Dear, How those darling little Fairies''ll be dressed? |
33691 | And you see the shining bright stars way up there, And the little wee baby ones, too? |
33691 | STAR BABIES Do you see those cunning little white clouds Floating right up there in the sky? |
33691 | Shall I tell you where these babies are? |
33691 | There''s a queer little frog in the pond out there, I wonder if it is he? |
33691 | Well, the big bright stars are the Mamas, you know, And what do you s''pose they do? |
33691 | What do you suppose I''ve just heard Over in the Arbor there, Where the roses are nodding and whispering low, All in the soft evening air? |
4027 | Butterflies are pretty things, Prettier than you or I; See the colors on his wings; Who would hurt a butterfly? |
4027 | How old is your dolly? |
4027 | Where is my little basket gone? |
4027 | Buy a Broom, SONG FOR A COMPANY OF CHILDREN, THE DOG AND CAT, THE DUCK AND RAT, TRUSTY LEARNING ABC, DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? |
4027 | Cock, cock, cock, cock, I''ve laid an egg; Am I to gang ba- are- foot? |
4027 | DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? |
4027 | Do you guess it is I? |
4027 | Do you think he learned much Of his ABC? |
4027 | Fiddledee diddledee dido, A poor little boy he cried, O; He cried, for what? |
4027 | The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; O mother dear, Do not you hear, That we have washed our mittens? |
4027 | They said to a sheep,"Pray how''s your mamma?" |
4027 | What is this little thing, Not very, very high, That can laugh, dance, and sing? |
4027 | what shall I do? |
9777 | ''S the boy- house fell down? |
9777 | Ai nt he a funny old Raggedy Man? |
9777 | And he scratched and stared, and the next one said,"How on earth do_ you_ scratch your head?" |
9777 | Do n''t you hear us calling, dear? |
9777 | Is it the gibber of Gungs or Keeks? |
9777 | Nen a grea''-big girl come through Where''s a gate, an''telled me who Am I? |
9777 | Was n''t it good for a boy to see-- And was n''t it good for a boy to be Out to Old Aunt Mary''s? |
9777 | What in the world do I care for you? |
9777 | Where is any fellow We would rather be? |
9777 | Where''s a heart as mellow? |
9777 | Where''s a soul as free? |
9777 | [ Illustration: Why you rock so slow?] |
9777 | she says to me,"Why you rock so slow?" |
9777 | who can_ her_ beau be?" |
9777 | wilt thou be mine? |
9777 | wilt thou be mine? |
9777 | wilt thou be mine? |
15834 | ***** An''Old Man Whiskery- Whee- Kum- Wheeze, Seem- like, says to me:"See my bees A- bringin''my dinner? |
15834 | ***** So all keep still: An''nen she gone An''pat the Old Tree, an''says she,--"Whose air you, Tree?" |
15834 | *****[ Illustration:"WHERE IT GOES WHEN THE FIRE GOES OUT?"] |
15834 | An''see my cup O''locus''-blossoms they''ve plum''filled up?" |
15834 | An''what you s''pose? |
15834 | And NOW-- who will tell me,-- Where are they all? |
15834 | But ef they is a''Old Kriss, why, When''s Chris''mus, Ma she alluz cry? |
15834 | Has the Day o''Judgment come Er the New Mi- len- nee- um? |
15834 | Have you got the hick- Atties? |
15834 | Nen_ I_ run to ask my Pa, That way, somepin''funny; But I ca n''t say ist but"Say,"When he turn to me an''say,"Well, what is it, Honey?" |
15834 | One time Winnie ask''her Ma, At the winder, sewin'', What''s the wind a- doin''when It''s a- not a-_blowin_''? |
15834 | QUEEN Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,-- Which do you like the best of all? |
15834 | QUEEN Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,-- Which do you like the best of all? |
15834 | QUEEN Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,-- Which do you like the best of all? |
15834 | Yes, an''''Del'', that very day, When we''re nearly froze out, He ask''Uncle_ where_ it goes When the fire goes out? |
15834 | [ Illustration] Was n''t Eck a wonder, In his stocking- tights? |
15834 | [ Illustration]_ Where go the children? |
15834 | _ Where go the children, travelling ahead_? |
15834 | _ Where go the children, travelling ahead_? |
15834 | _ Where go the children, travelling ahead_? |
15834 | _ Where go the children? |
15834 | _ Where''s that Bad little girl wuz here_? |
1612 | Oh,cried the little boy,"who sent you? |
1612 | Will you love me to- morrow after next As if I had a bird''s way of singing? |
1612 | Ca n''t you get out? |
1612 | Ca n''t you lift yourself with sun? |
1612 | Can you come, will you bloom? |
1612 | DANDELION O little soldier with the golden helmet, What are you guarding on my lawn? |
1612 | Delightful conceits she has-- another is"Sun Flowers"--but how comes a child of eight to prick and point with the rapier of irony? |
1612 | Did she quite grasp its meaning herself? |
1612 | Did you find the rain of night Too heavy to hold? |
1612 | Do n''t you see me? |
1612 | Do you know anything about the spring When it comes again? |
1612 | Do you know you are the highest, finest, roundest, The tallest, proudest, greatest, Of all the towers In all the world?" |
1612 | HUMMING- BIRD Why do you stand on the air And no sun shining? |
1612 | Have you looked under the trembling caps For faces? |
1612 | Have you seen wonder on those faces Because you are so big? |
1612 | How can I change again into a little girl When wings are in my feeling of gladness? |
1612 | How can you hold yourself so still On raindrops sliding? |
1612 | How would it be, I wonder, To sing patiently all night, Never thinking that people are asleep? |
1612 | I am tired waiting for slow cold water To fling about the air: Ca n''t you wake yourself up?" |
1612 | I hear so many doves along the sky How will her dove- cote hold them? |
1612 | I knew what he said, I knew, But how can I tell you? |
1612 | I see so many whirling away and away, How can they get home again? |
1612 | I wonder what you had to eat, And who dresses you in gray velvet? |
1612 | I''d like to know How much yellow gold A bag like that can hold? |
1612 | III Oh wrinkling star, wrinkling up so wise, When you go to sleep do you shut your eyes? |
1612 | If Hilda had shown these poems to even the most sympathetic nurse, what would have been the result? |
1612 | If I find a flower, What song shall I sing, Rose- song or clover- song? |
1612 | If I sing it some day, under my voice, Will it make you happy? |
1612 | If a child can write such a poem at eight years old, what does it mean? |
1612 | If you were a wild geranium? |
1612 | Is the wind your perch? |
1612 | Is there a silver wire I can not see? |
1612 | It is charming; how did she think of it? |
1612 | It swooped down upon the slope And spoke to him:"Do you want to go across the deep blue sea? |
1612 | MOUSE Little mouse in gray velvet, Have you had a cheese- breakfast? |
1612 | Moon, does he make you hurry? |
1612 | Moon, does he make you hurry?" |
1612 | Over the sea swam a cloud the outline of a ship: What if that ship held my adventure Under its sails? |
1612 | RED- CAP MOSS Have you seen red- cap moss In the woods? |
1612 | ROSE- MOSS Little Rose- moss beside the stone, Are you lonely in the garden? |
1612 | Shall I pick you?" |
1612 | She asks a humming- bird:"Why do you stand on the air And no sun shining?" |
1612 | Snow- capped mountain, with the wind on your forehead, Do you hold the eagles''nests? |
1612 | Stones that shine, gold? |
1612 | THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN"O brook, running down your mossy way, I hear only your voice And the murmuring fir- trees; Where are your children? |
1612 | THE FIELD OF WONDER What could be more wonderful Than the place where I walk sometimes? |
1612 | THREE LOVES Angel- love, Fairy- love, Wave- love, Which will you choose? |
1612 | There are no crumbs on your coat, Did you use a napkin? |
1612 | To- night I''d like to know If they will go Softly to find the treasure? |
1612 | VIII Blossoms in the growing tree, Why do n''t you speak to me? |
1612 | What can I say to make him listen? |
1612 | What could be more lovely? |
1612 | What is there in the bag? |
1612 | What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky? |
1612 | What? |
1612 | Where are the magic stones, your children?" |
1612 | Where? |
1612 | Which will you choose? |
1612 | White owl says over and over Who? |
1612 | Who knew my thoughts of foreign lands?" |
1612 | Why do n''t you think of me In my little white bed In the night? |
1612 | Why do n''t you think of me asleep In my little white bed? |
1612 | Will you stay till the cold? |
1612 | XII Will you love me to- morrow after next, As if I had a bird''s way of singing? |
1612 | You with your green gun And your yellow beard, Why do you stand so stiff? |
19316 | ''But when won the coming battle, What of profit springs therefrom? |
19316 | ''Know''st thou not me?'' |
19316 | ''Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?'' |
19316 | ''My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And wha will dare this deed avow? |
19316 | ''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the King of me, To send us out at this time o''year To sail upon the sea? |
19316 | ''O where will I get a gude sailor To tak''my helm in hand, Till I gae up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land?'' |
19316 | ''Shall we fight or shall we fly? |
19316 | ''Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?'' |
19316 | ''There the breach lies for passage, the ladder to scale; And your hands on your sabres, and how should ye fail? |
19316 | ''What if,''mid the cannons''thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb?'' |
19316 | ''Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale, When all others drive bare on the seas? |
19316 | ''Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi''a''your ladders lang and hie?'' |
19316 | ''Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?'' |
19316 | ''Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?'' |
19316 | ''Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?'' |
19316 | ''Why trespass ye on the English side? |
19316 | ''With the exception of the choral lines-- And shall Trelawney die? |
19316 | --What forms are these coming So white through the gloom? |
19316 | --Whose praise do they mention? |
19316 | A Lieutenant? |
19316 | A Mate-- first, second, third? |
19316 | Am I bidding for glory''s roll? |
19316 | An Irish liar''s bandage, or an English coward''s shirt? |
19316 | And a day less or more At sea or ashore, We die-- does it matter when? |
19316 | And as we crossed the''Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o''men that we met wi'', Whae suld it be but fause Sakelde? |
19316 | And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch Can back a steed or shake a spear? |
19316 | And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch Is keeper here on the Scottish side? |
19316 | And have they e''en ta''en him, Kinmont Willie, Withouten either dread or fear? |
19316 | And have they fixed the where and when? |
19316 | And have they ta''en him, Kinmont Willie, Against the truce of Border tide? |
19316 | And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? |
19316 | And shall Trelawny die? |
19316 | And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? |
19316 | And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? |
19316 | And when we cam''to the lower prison, Where Willie o''Kinmont he did lie:''O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou''s to die?'' |
19316 | And where are they? |
19316 | And''Will the churls last out till we Have duly hardened bones and thews For scouring leagues of swamp and sea Of braggart mobs and corsair crews?'' |
19316 | And,''What mockery or malice have we here?'' |
19316 | Are you bought by English gold? |
19316 | Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? |
19316 | Bright jewels of the mine? |
19316 | Burn the fleet and ruin France? |
19316 | But O my Country''s wintry state What second spring shall renovate? |
19316 | But Sohrab looked upon the horse and said:''Is this, then, Ruksh? |
19316 | But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain? |
19316 | But were those heroes living And strong for battle still, Would Mehrab Khan or Rustum Have climbed, like these, the hill?'' |
19316 | But, with a cold, incredulous voice he said:''What prate is this of fathers and revenge? |
19316 | Can it be changed by a man''s belief? |
19316 | Can such delights be in the street And open fields, and we not see''t? |
19316 | Can this be he, That heroic, that renowned, Irresistible Samson? |
19316 | Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? |
19316 | Come they from Scythian wilds afar Our blood to spill? |
19316 | Could I believe in those hard old times, Here in this safe luxurious age? |
19316 | Did He who made the lamb make thee? |
19316 | Dost thou answer to my kiss? |
19316 | Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it passed away?'' |
19316 | ENVOY Gloriana!--the Don may attack us Whenever his stomach be fain; He must reach us before he can rack us,... And where are the galleons of Spain? |
19316 | Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest, Nay, not so much as out of bed? |
19316 | Fond impious man, think''st thou yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day? |
19316 | For some were sunk and many were shattered, and so could fight us no more-- God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before? |
19316 | He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? |
19316 | He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they? |
19316 | He is the Reaper, and binds the sheaf, Shall not the season its order keep? |
19316 | Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse? |
19316 | Here stand I on the ocean''s brink, Who hath brought news of the further shore? |
19316 | How shall I cross it? |
19316 | How they hae ta''en bold Kinmont Willie, On Haribee to hang him up? |
19316 | I fondly dream''Had ye been there,''... for what could that have done? |
19316 | I shall be murdered and clean forgot; Is it a bargain to save my soul? |
19316 | IS LIFE WORTH LIVING? |
19316 | If our colours are struck and the fighting done? |
19316 | If thou regrett''st thy youth,_ why live?_ The lad of honourable death Is here: up to the field, and give Away thy breath! |
19316 | In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? |
19316 | In what furnace was thy brain? |
19316 | Is it love the lying''s for? |
19316 | Is life worth living? |
19316 | Is that sign the proper sign Of Rustum''s son, or of some other man''s?'' |
19316 | Is the sable warrior fled? |
19316 | Let me entreat for them; what have they done? |
19316 | Millions of harvests still to reap; Will God reward, if I die for a creed, Or will He but pity, and sow more seed? |
19316 | Must we borrow a clout from the Boer-- to plaster anew with dirt? |
19316 | Must_ we_ but blush? |
19316 | Must_ we_ but weep o''er days more blest? |
19316 | Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?'' |
19316 | O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? |
19316 | O have ye na heard o''the keen Lord Scroope? |
19316 | O is my basnet a widow''s curch? |
19316 | O thinkna ye my heart was sair When my love dropt down, and spak''nae mair? |
19316 | O, when shall Englishmen With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry? |
19316 | Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? |
19316 | On what wings dare he aspire? |
19316 | Once more he cried,''The judgment, Good friends, is wise and true, But though the red_ be_ given, Have we not more to do? |
19316 | Or answer by the Border law? |
19316 | Or answer to the bold Buccleuch?'' |
19316 | Or canst thou break that heart of his Whase only faut is loving thee? |
19316 | Or do my eyes misrepresent? |
19316 | Or my lance a wand of the willow- tree? |
19316 | Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter? |
19316 | Out then spake an aged Moor In these words the king before,''Wherefore call on us, O King? |
19316 | Over the traffic of cities-- over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? |
19316 | Quoth he,''The she- wolf''s litter Stands savagely at bay: But will ye dare to follow, If Astur clears the way?'' |
19316 | Reach the mooring? |
19316 | Sail or sink, One thing is sure, I return no more; Shall I find haven, or aye shall I be Tossed in the depths of a shoreless sea? |
19316 | Say ye, Oh gallant Hillmen, For these, whose life has fled, Which is the fitting colour, The green one or the red?'' |
19316 | Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador, Or the gulf of the rich Caribbees?'' |
19316 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o''lang syne? |
19316 | So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? |
19316 | Speak not for those a separate doom Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen?'' |
19316 | Strange as night in a strange man''s sight, Though fair as dawn it be: For what is here that a stranger''s cheer Should yet wax blithe to see? |
19316 | The Colonel''s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end,''Ye have taken the one from a foe,''said he;''will ye take the mate from a friend?'' |
19316 | The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born? |
19316 | The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? |
19316 | Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;''Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?'' |
19316 | Then up and spoke the Colonel''s son that led a troop of the Guides:''Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?'' |
19316 | There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band; Why had_ they_ come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land? |
19316 | Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
19316 | To turn the rein were sin and shame, To fight were wondrous peril: What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne, Were ye Glenallan''s Earl?'' |
19316 | Veterans steeled To face the King of Terrors mid the scaith Of many an hurricane and trenchèd field? |
19316 | Was it all real as that I lay there Lazily stretched on my easy- chair? |
19316 | We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty- three?'' |
19316 | We''ll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay, With"one and all,"and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay? |
19316 | Wear they the livery of the Czar? |
19316 | Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neæra''s hair? |
19316 | Were the horrors invented to season rhymes, Or truly is man so fierce in his rage? |
19316 | What checks the fiery soul of James? |
19316 | What collared hound of lawless sway, To famine dear, What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear? |
19316 | What could I suffer, and what could I dare? |
19316 | What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?'' |
19316 | What does he but soften Heart alike and pen? |
19316 | What field of all the civil war, Where his were not the deepest scar? |
19316 | What garments out- glistening The gold- flowered broom? |
19316 | What if conquest, subjugation, Even greater ills become?'' |
19316 | What is the Flag of England? |
19316 | What is the Flag of England? |
19316 | What is the Flag of England? |
19316 | What is the Flag of England? |
19316 | What may mean this gathering?'' |
19316 | What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year? |
19316 | What may not then our isle presume While victory his crest does plume? |
19316 | What need they? |
19316 | What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer?'' |
19316 | What powerful call shall bid arise The buried warlike and the wise; The mind that thought for Britain''s weal, The hand that grasped the victor steel? |
19316 | What recks it them? |
19316 | What should I do with slaying any more? |
19316 | What sought they thus afar? |
19316 | What strings symphonious tremble in the air, What strains of vocal transport round her play? |
19316 | What sweet- breathing presence Out- perfumes the thyme? |
19316 | What the anvil? |
19316 | What the hammer? |
19316 | What the hand dare seize the fire? |
19316 | What will that grief, what will that vengeance be? |
19316 | What would I burn for, and whom not spare? |
19316 | What''s the soft South- wester? |
19316 | What''vails the vain knight- errant''s brand? |
19316 | What, silent still? |
19316 | When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? |
19316 | Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o''er the head of your loved Lycidas? |
19316 | Where''s now their victor vaward wing, Where Huntly, and where Home? |
19316 | Who can over- ride you? |
19316 | Who doth not lift his voice, and say,''Life is worth living still''? |
19316 | Who knows but that great Allah May grudge such matchless men, With none so decked in heaven, To the fiends''flaming den?'' |
19316 | Who were those Heroes? |
19316 | Why dost thou stay, and turn away? |
19316 | Why stayest thou here? |
19316 | Why? |
19316 | Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
19316 | Would the talkers be talking? |
19316 | Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? |
19316 | XXIX KINMONT WILLIE THE CAPTURE O have ye na heard o''the fause Sakelde? |
19316 | You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? |
19316 | You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave? |
19316 | _ Burns._ XLIII THE GOAL OF LIFE Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''? |
19316 | _ Campbell._ LXVIII BATTLE SONG Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; What then? |
19316 | _ Scott._ LIX THE OMNIPOTENT''Why sitt''st thou by that ruined hall, Thou agèd carle so stern and grey? |
19316 | _ Whitman._ CI A SEA- FIGHT Would you hear of an old- time sea- fight? |
19316 | _ William Morris._ CXIV IS LIFE WORTH LIVING Is life worth living? |
19316 | and silent all? |
19316 | and what dread feet? |
19316 | and where art thou, My country? |
19316 | cries Hervé Riel:''Are you mad, you Malouins? |
19316 | must I stay?'' |
19316 | no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers''bargains by day-- no brokers or speculators-- would they continue? |
19316 | of thine, England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and with hopes divine? |
19316 | on thy airy brow, Since England gains the pass the while, And struggles through the deep defile? |
19316 | or how shalt fear take hold of thy heart? |
19316 | or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? |
19316 | quoth false Sextus;''Will not the villain drown? |
19316 | say''st thou nothing? |
19316 | that his Greatness should lack us!-- But where are the galleons of Spain? |
19316 | what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd''s trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? |
19316 | what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? |
19316 | what is this Lieth there so cold? |
19316 | what solemn scenes on Snowdon''s height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll? |
19316 | what the chain? |
19316 | where was he? |
19316 | who hath reft,''quoth he,''my dearest pledge?'' |
19316 | would the singer attempt to sing? |
19469 | ''Cause dis letter''s doin''to papa, Papa lives with God,''ou know, Mamma sent me for a letter, Does''ou fink''at I tan go? |
19469 | ''Got hurt in a smash- up''? 19469 A what?" |
19469 | And did she stand With her anchor clutching hold of the sand, For a month, and never stir? |
19469 | And did the little lawless lad That has made you sick and made you sad, Sail with the_ Gray Swan''s_ crew? |
19469 | And he has never written line, Nor sent you word, nor made you sign To say he was alive? |
19469 | And how is this, my little chit? |
19469 | And how is this? |
19469 | And is there nothing yet unsaid Before the change appears? 19469 And so your lad is gone?" |
19469 | And where''s your home? |
19469 | And who are_ you_? |
19469 | But if some maid with beauty blest, As pure and fair as Heaven can make her, Will share my labor and my rest Till envious Death shall overtake her? 19469 But if some maiden with a heart On me should venture to bestow it, Pray should I act the wiser part To take the treasure or forgo it? |
19469 | But is there nothing in thy track To bid thee fondly stay, While the swift seasons hurry back To find the wished- for day? |
19469 | But what if, seemingly afraid To bind her fate in Hymen''s fetter, She vow she means to die a maid, In answer to my loving letter? 19469 But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago? |
19469 | Could their ears believe aright? |
19469 | Dear Father, hast Thou a new leaf for me? 19469 Do you think I will take your bounty, And let you smile and think You''re doing a noble action With the parish''s meat and drink? |
19469 | I rushed from the room like a madman, And flew to the workhouse gate, Crying''Food for a dying woman?'' 19469 I''se a letter, Mr. Postman; Is there room for any more? |
19469 | Is it''cause my aunty grieved you? |
19469 | Is there no hope, no chance of life? |
19469 | It is very cruel, too,Said little Alice Neal;"I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?" |
19469 | John Maynard, can you still hold out? |
19469 | Missus,says I,"if you please, mum, Could I ax you for a rose? |
19469 | Now, who would cross the Ohio, This dark and stormy water? |
19469 | Now,said the deacon,"shall we pray?" |
19469 | Oh, where shall I find a little foot- page That would win both hose and shoon, And will bring to me the Singing Leaves If they grow under the moon? |
19469 | Our swords may cleave the casques of men, Our blood may stain the sod, But what are human strength and power Without the help of God? |
19469 | Sprinkled or plunged-- may I ask you, friend, How you attained to life''s great end? |
19469 | The other day? |
19469 | Then we dot up, and payed dust as well as we tould, And Dod answered our payers; now was n''t he dood? |
19469 | Then,said Tommy,"tell me, Jessie, how can I the Saviour love, When I''m down in this''ere cellar, and He''s up in heaven above?" |
19469 | Two? |
19469 | Wal-- no-- I come dasignin''--"To see my Ma? |
19469 | Well, why tant we pray dest as mamma did then, And ask Him to send him with presents aden? |
19469 | What if, in spite of her disdain, I find my heart entwined about With Cupid''s dear, delicious chain So closely that I ca n''t get out? 19469 What strength or power,"the statesman cried,"Could such a judgement bring? |
19469 | What? 19469 Where is the Earl of Holderness?" |
19469 | Which shall it be? 19469 Whom should I marry? |
19469 | Yer can see me, ca n''t yer, Jesus? 19469 You want to see my Pa, I s''pose?" |
19469 | ''Twas lots of work, you think? |
19469 | ''Twas well she died before-- Do you know If the happy spirits in heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below? |
19469 | ''tis a pretty sum; I wish I had as much at home: I''d like to know, as I''m a sinner, What lucky fellow is the winner?" |
19469 | --"Miserable man, You''re mad as the sea,--you rave,-- What have I to forgive?" |
19469 | 101 Who comes dancing over the snow 153 Who dat knockin''at de do''? |
19469 | 174 Han''some, stranger? |
19469 | 92 What flower is this that greets the morn 85 What makes the dog''s nose always cold? |
19469 | Aftah all de pains I''s took, Cain''t you tell me how I look? |
19469 | After the journey is over What is the use of them; how Can they carry them who must be carried? |
19469 | Ai n''t them high? |
19469 | An''leave the foe to welter where their blood had made a pool; But how can I git famous? |
19469 | And after him, with his MSS., Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness, But he cried,"Dear me, what shall I do? |
19469 | And did he marry her, you ask? |
19469 | And didst thou visit him no more? |
19469 | And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in their waves of light? |
19469 | And hop''st thou hence unscathed to go? |
19469 | And shall I fear to own His cause?" |
19469 | And sin no more; can I believe her? |
19469 | And so anxiously he asked her,"Is there really such a place?" |
19469 | And though you be done to the death, what then? |
19469 | And what are the names of the Fortunate Isles? |
19469 | And what is so huge as the aim of it? |
19469 | And who will cheer my bonny bride, If yet they shall arrest me?" |
19469 | And would you, who hear this simple tale, Pray for the poor, and praying,"prevail"? |
19469 | Apples? |
19469 | Are You Here? |
19469 | Are You Here? |
19469 | Are n''t we, Roger? |
19469 | Are the ninety and nine, All so safe and so fine, Not enough for the shepherd to keep?" |
19469 | Are you cutting out all that is mean? |
19469 | Are you easing the load Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road? |
19469 | Are you finding your work a delight? |
19469 | Are you going straight At a hustling gait? |
19469 | Are you hoeing your row neat and clean? |
19469 | Better? |
19469 | Black yer boots, sir? |
19469 | Brininstool._ Which Shall It Be? |
19469 | But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand,"Is n''t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?" |
19469 | But there came to the Crumpetty Tree Mr. and Mrs. Canary; And they said,"Did ever you see Any spot so charmingly airy? |
19469 | But where is he, that helmsman bold? |
19469 | But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise? |
19469 | Cain''t you talk? |
19469 | Can such a feeble child as this Do aught for thee, O King? |
19469 | Canst thou not feel My warm blood o''er thy heart congeal? |
19469 | Clever? |
19469 | Come and fetch me, wo n''t yer, Jesus? |
19469 | Deep distress and hesitation Mingled with his adoration; Should he go, or should he stay? |
19469 | Did they save us? |
19469 | Did they thus affront their Lord? |
19469 | Did you tackle the trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? |
19469 | Do n''t you have no fear; Heaven was made fur such as you is-- Joe, wot makes you look so queer? |
19469 | Do n''t you know, come Thu''sday night, She gwine ma''y Lucius White? |
19469 | Do n''t you take no int''rest? |
19469 | Do not let the seeker Bow before his God alone; Why should not your brother share The strength of"two or three"in prayer? |
19469 | Do not let the singer Wait deserved praises long; Why should one that thrills your heart Lack that joy it may impart? |
19469 | Do you cut out the weeds as you ought to do? |
19469 | Do you hoe it fair? |
19469 | Do you hoe it square? |
19469 | Do you hoe it the best that you know? |
19469 | Do you murmur a prayer, my brothers, when cozy and safe in bed, For men like these, who are ready to die for a wreck off Mumbles Head? |
19469 | Do you plant what is beautiful there? |
19469 | Do you whistle and sing as you toil along? |
19469 | Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and made thee feed By the stream and o''er the mead? |
19469 | Dost thou know who made thee? |
19469 | Dost thou not know that what is best In this too restless world is rest From overwork and worry? |
19469 | Fear ye foes who kill for hire? |
19469 | Flowers in heaven? |
19469 | Flowers, Joe-- I know''d you''d like''em-- Ai n''t them scrumptious? |
19469 | Foley._ The Gray Swan"Oh tell me, sailor, tell me true, Is my little lad, my Elihu, A- sailing with your ship?" |
19469 | For the harvest, you know, Will be just what you sow; Are you working it on the square? |
19469 | For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks? |
19469 | Gave thee clothing of delight,-- Softest clothing, woolly, bright? |
19469 | Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? |
19469 | Had he sent His angel down? |
19469 | Had then God heard her? |
19469 | He called aloud:"Say, father, say If yet my task is done?" |
19469 | He looked up at the blue sky above Then at the men near by; Had_ they_ no little boys at home, That they could let him die? |
19469 | He said with trembling lip,--"What little lad? |
19469 | He''s thirsty, too-- see him nod his head? |
19469 | His bright blue eyes glanced fearless round, His step was firm and light; What was it underneath his plaid His little hands grasped tight? |
19469 | His sleepless vision dim? |
19469 | Hope ye mercy still? |
19469 | How can I look-- his father-- on that which there mangled lies? |
19469 | How could I know it was Thee?" |
19469 | How could angels bear the sight? |
19469 | How''s the world a- usin''you?" |
19469 | I wonder, has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing, in place of a heart? |
19469 | In which class are you? |
19469 | Is he clothed in rags? |
19469 | Is it amusing? |
19469 | Is it because I am nobody''s child? |
19469 | Is it perhaps some foolish freak Of thine, to put the words I speak Into a plaintive ditty? |
19469 | Is there a way to forget to think? |
19469 | It is n''t the fact that you''re licked that counts; It''s how did you fight-- and why? |
19469 | Laffin''at you ai n''t no harm-- Go''way, dahky, whah''s yo''arm? |
19469 | Likewise, there folks do n''t git hungry: So good people, w''en they dies, Finds themselves well fixed forever-- Joe my boy, wot ails yer eyes? |
19469 | List, what do they say? |
19469 | Little lamb, who made thee? |
19469 | Lost? |
19469 | May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?" |
19469 | May we build a nest on your lovely Hat? |
19469 | Morning papers?" |
19469 | Must He dwell with brutal creatures? |
19469 | My home? |
19469 | Never see the country, did you? |
19469 | No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best-- What have you done, what can you do? |
19469 | Not one was left for the old lady''s food Of those potatoes; And she sighed and said,"What shall I do? |
19469 | Now, sence I''ve told you my story, do you wonder I''m tired of life? |
19469 | Oh, my God, can Joe be dead? |
19469 | Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly With their"Thank''ee kindly, mum''s"; So long as they fill their stomachs, What matter whence it comes? |
19469 | Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it? |
19469 | One day I was pickin''currants down by the old quince tree, When I heerd Jake''s voice a- sayin'',"Be ye willin''ter marry me?" |
19469 | Or are you a leaner, who lets others share Your portion of labor, and worry and care? |
19469 | Or hide year face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? |
19469 | Or think it strange I often wish I warn''t an inventor''s wife? |
19469 | Papers, mister? |
19469 | Prithee hasten, Uncle Jared, what''s the bullet in my breast To that murderous storm of fire raining tortures on the rest? |
19469 | Rags is but a cotton roll Jest for wrappin''up a soul; An''a soul is worth a true Hale and hearty"How d''ye do?" |
19469 | Said the King to his daughters three;"For I to Vanity Fair am boun, Now say what shall they be?" |
19469 | Say"Hullo"and"How d''ye do? |
19469 | Say, are you killing the weeds, my boy? |
19469 | Say, how are you hoeing your row? |
19469 | Say, now, was you mad fu''true W''en I kin''o''laughed at you? |
19469 | See you not the Weaver leaving Finished work behind, in weaving? |
19469 | Shall I tell you where and when? |
19469 | Shall we always be youthful and laughing and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away? |
19469 | Shall we even curse the madness Which for"ends of State"Dooms us to the long, long sadness Of this human hate? |
19469 | She lisped out,"Who is me? |
19469 | Should a brother workman dear Falter for a word of cheer? |
19469 | Should he leave the poor to wait Hungry at the convent gate, Till the vision passed away? |
19469 | Should he slight his radiant guest, Slight this visitant celestial For a crowd of ragged, bestial Beggars at the convent gate? |
19469 | Should it be A dashing damsel, gay and pert, A pattern of inconstancy; Or selfish, mercenary flirt? |
19469 | Should we help where now we hinder, Should we pity where we blame? |
19469 | Smellin''of''em''s made you happy? |
19469 | So why mark me at twenty- nine, And him at sixty- three? |
19469 | Somebody''s hand hath rested there-- Was it a mother''s, soft and white? |
19469 | Sometimes maybe Ma comes to the stairs And hollers up,"Boys, have you said your prayers?" |
19469 | Struck with palsy, sere and old, Waiting at the gates of gold, Spake he with his dying breath:"Life is done, but what is death?" |
19469 | Such spreading of rootlets far and wide, Such whispering to and fro; And,"Are you ready?" |
19469 | Tan''t I wite a letter too?" |
19469 | Tears, my boy? |
19469 | That fellow''s the"Speaker"--the one on the right;"Mr. Mayor,"my young one, how are you to- night? |
19469 | That flowered patch? |
19469 | The Colonel''s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end,"Ye have taken the one from a foe,"said he;"will ye take the mate from a friend?" |
19469 | The Fortunate Isles You sail and you seek for the Fortunate Isles, The old Greek Isles of the yellow bird''s song? |
19469 | The bards crown the heroes and children rehearse The songs that give heroes to story, And what say the bards to the children? |
19469 | The guardians gazed in horror, The master''s face went white:"Did a pauper refuse their pudding?" |
19469 | The sailor''s eyes were dim with dew,--"Your little lad, your Elihu?" |
19469 | The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow; She had each folded flower in sight-- Where are those dreamers now? |
19469 | The soldier bent his head, Then, glancing round, with smiling lips,"You''ll join with me?" |
19469 | The sturdy trooper straight repeated,"When all the village cheers us on, That you, in tears, apart are seated? |
19469 | The voice, the glance, the heart I sought-- give answer, where are they? |
19469 | The world''s monument stands the Potomac beside, And what says the shaft to the river? |
19469 | Then it''s Tommy this, an''Tommy that, an''"Tommy,''ow''s yer soul?" |
19469 | Then sweetly rose the singer''s voice Amid unwonted calm:"Am I a soldier of the Cross, A follower of the Lamb? |
19469 | Then the clothesline, can she get it? |
19469 | Then the cry fell to a moan, Which was changed a moment later to another frenzied tone:"Black yer boots, sir? |
19469 | Then up and spoke the Colonel''s son that led a troop of the Guides:"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?" |
19469 | Then we stopt; the sun wuz shinin''; I ran back along the ridge An''I found her-- dead? |
19469 | There''s Tom, an''Tibby, An''Dad, an''Mam, an''Mam''s cat, None on''em earning money-- What do you think of that? |
19469 | Think ye I have made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? |
19469 | Think ye my noble father''s glaive Would drink the life- blood of a slave? |
19469 | Think ye the Eternal Ear is deaf? |
19469 | Think ye the soul''s blood may not cry from that far land to Him? |
19469 | Those plaids? |
19469 | Too sleepy for sayin''de prayer tonight? |
19469 | Tut, man, what would you have?" |
19469 | Up from the ground he sprang and gazed, but who could paint that gaze? |
19469 | Useless? |
19469 | Was it fancy that brought it to me? |
19469 | Was it snowing I spoke of? |
19469 | Was n''t you a awful sight, Havin''me to baig you so? |
19469 | Was there a God in the skies? |
19469 | Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford To receive the heavenly stranger? |
19469 | We''ll leave it here? |
19469 | Well, well, what''s that? |
19469 | Wha''d you come hyeah fu''to- night? |
19469 | What am I then? |
19469 | What are a couple of women? |
19469 | What cares he for the cold If his sheep to the fold He can bring from the dark mountain land? |
19469 | What danger lowers by land or sea? |
19469 | What do you care for a beggar''s story? |
19469 | What doth the poor man''s son inherit? |
19469 | What doth the poor man''s son inherit? |
19469 | What doth the poor man''s son inherit? |
19469 | What good is''rithmetic an''things, exceptin''jest for girls, Er them there Fauntleroys''at wears their hair in pretty curls? |
19469 | What hand is that, whose icy press Clings to the dead with death''s own grasp, But meets no answering caress? |
19469 | What little lad, do you say? |
19469 | What means that cry? |
19469 | What secret trouble stirs thy breast? |
19469 | What shall we call them? |
19469 | What to closed eyes are kind sayings? |
19469 | What to hushed heart is deep vow? |
19469 | What vexes your little tin soul? |
19469 | What voice was that on the wind? |
19469 | What would you have him do?" |
19469 | What''s her name? |
19469 | What''s the mercy despots feel? |
19469 | What''s this?" |
19469 | When in the world did the coxswain shirk? |
19469 | Whence came I here, and how? |
19469 | Whence came they? |
19469 | Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? |
19469 | Where is my boy, my darling? |
19469 | Where is my wife, you traitors-- The poor old wife you slew? |
19469 | Where shall I send, and to whom shall I go For more potatoes?" |
19469 | Who Stole the Bird''s Nest? |
19469 | Who am I, that from the center Of Thy glory Thou shouldst enter This poor cell, my guest to be? |
19469 | Who says we are more? |
19469 | Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" |
19469 | Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" |
19469 | Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" |
19469 | Who told me to do my duty? |
19469 | Why all this fret and flurry? |
19469 | Why is it, I wonder, I''m nobody''s child? |
19469 | Why not reform? |
19469 | Why, do n''t you know? |
19469 | Will land or gold redeem my son? |
19469 | Will no one dare For her sweet sake the flaming stair?" |
19469 | Will ye give it up to slaves? |
19469 | Will ye look for greener graves? |
19469 | Will ye to your homes retire? |
19469 | Will you listen to me? |
19469 | Will you listen to me? |
19469 | Will you listen to me? |
19469 | Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour Thy hurrying, headlong waters o''er This rocky shelf forever? |
19469 | With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land: O tell us what its name may be,-- Is this the Flower of Liberty? |
19469 | With the minuet in fashion, Who could fly into a passion? |
19469 | Without thee what were life? |
19469 | Witing letters, is''ou, mamma? |
19469 | Wot''s them fur, Joey? |
19469 | Would the vision come again? |
19469 | Would the vision there remain? |
19469 | Wrung she then the linen cleanly, bandaged up the wound again Ere the still eyes opened slowly; white lips murmuring,"Am I sane?" |
19469 | Yes, we''re boys-- always playing with tongue or with pen; And I sometimes have asked, Shall we ever be men? |
19469 | You are beaten to earth? |
19469 | You hear that boy laughing? |
19469 | You''eathen, where the mischief''ave you been? |
19469 | Your lineage matters not at all, Nor counts one whit your gold or gear, What can you do to show the world The reason for your being here? |
19469 | _ Beers_ 101 Who Stole the Bird''s Nest? |
19469 | _ Carrie Shaw Rice._ The Boy With the Hoe How are you hoeing your row, my boy? |
19469 | _ Clement Scott._ The Fireman''s Story"''A frightful face''? |
19469 | _ Edward Lear._ The Singing Leaves I"What fairings will ye that I bring?" |
19469 | _ Felicia D. Hemans._ The Boys Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? |
19469 | _ Helen L. Smith_ The New Year Who comes dancing over the snow, His soft little feet all bare and rosy? |
19469 | _ I have never refused you before?_ Let that pass, For I''ve drank my last glass, boys, I have drank my last glass. |
19469 | _ John G. Whittier._ The Flower of Liberty What flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? |
19469 | _ John Pierpont._ Mad River IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS_ Traveler_ Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, Mad River, O Mad River? |
19469 | _ Oliver Wendell Holmes._ The Lamb Little lamb, who made thee? |
19469 | _ Ought n''t to live so?_ Why, Mister, What''s a feller to do? |
19469 | _ Ought n''t to live so?_ Why, Mister, What''s a feller to do? |
19469 | _ Phoebe Cary._ How Did You Die? |
19469 | _ Rudyard Kipling._ Encouragement Who dat knockin''at de do''? |
19469 | _ Sarah Doudney._ Why the Dog''s Nose Is Always Cold What makes the dog''s nose always cold? |
19469 | _ Sir Walter Scott._ The Engineer''s Story Han''som, stranger? |
19469 | _ The River_ What wouldst thou in these mountains seek, O stranger from the city? |
19469 | _ The preachin''_? |
19469 | _ William Shakespeare._ The Newsboy Want any papers, Mister? |
19469 | an''"How d''ye do?" |
19469 | and tell me what is this? |
19469 | and will ye quail? |
19469 | are you here? |
19469 | are you here? |
19469 | are you here? |
19469 | as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in Thee is lost:-- What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee? |
19469 | boots or papers, which will I be over there? |
19469 | can such things be? |
19469 | cried the crow;"I should like to know What thief took away A bird''s nest to- day?" |
19469 | he gruffly said, A moment pausing to regard her;--"Why weepest thou, my little chit?" |
19469 | how Tommy''s eyes did glisten as he drank in every word As it fell from"Singing Jessie"--was it true, what he had heard? |
19469 | if''twas wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may be in the brine, And could he write from the grave? |
19469 | is it true My little lad, My Elihu? |
19469 | is it you? |
19469 | is it you? |
19469 | little evergreens 203 Home they brought her warrior dead 74 How are you hoeing your row, my boy? |
19469 | must I stay?" |
19469 | not Nick Van Stann again? |
19469 | or were there God''s lips behind? |
19469 | our wayward son, Turbulent, reckless, idle one,-- Could_ he_ be spared? |
19469 | silent still? |
19469 | silent yet? |
19469 | sir, he was good, and they say he died brave-- Why, why, did you pass by my dear papa''s grave? |
19469 | so marvelously Constructed and conceived? |
19469 | start ye back? |
19469 | straight he saith,"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?" |
19469 | the lark at heaven''s gate sings 111 Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? |
19469 | the sailor''s eyes Stood open with a great surprise,--"The other day? |
19469 | the_ Swan?_"His heart began in his throat to rise. |
19469 | what could I do?-- Up to God''s ear that moment a wild, fierce question flew--"What shall I do, O Heaven?" |
19469 | what shall I do when the night comes down In its terrible blackness all over the town? |
19469 | what shall we do to slake their quenchless thirst? |
19469 | what ship?" |
19469 | what would the world be to us If the children were no more? |
19469 | where was he? |
19469 | which shall it be?" |
19469 | which shall it be?" |
19469 | who caused your proud heart to relent, And the hasty word spoken so soon to repent? |
19469 | why does the wind blow upon me so wild? |
19469 | why is it so hard for Man to wait? |
19469 | you find it strange? |
18909 | Ai n''t goin''to see the celebration? |
18909 | And is mine one? |
18909 | And so you saw them-- when? 18909 And where are they? |
18909 | Are you not tired with rolling and never Resting to sleep? 18909 Backward?" |
18909 | Birds can fly, An''why ca n''t I? 18909 But if some maid with beauty blest, As pure and fair as Heaven can make her, Will share my labor and my rest Till envious Death shall overtake her? |
18909 | But if some maiden with a heart On me should venture to bestow it, Pray should I act the wiser part To take the treasure or forego it? 18909 But what if, seemingly afraid To bind her fate in Hymen''s fetter, She vow she means to die a maid, In answer to my loving letter? |
18909 | But why do I talk of Death,-- That phantom of grisly bone? 18909 Could we send him a short message? |
18909 | Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring? |
18909 | Do you know the Blue- Grass country? |
18909 | Has some saint gone up to heaven? |
18909 | How many are you, then,said I,"If they two are in heaven?" |
18909 | How many? 18909 If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,"the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?" |
18909 | Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? |
18909 | Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? |
18909 | Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? |
18909 | Now why weep ye so, good people? 18909 Now, who will buy my apples?" |
18909 | Oh, he''s a fanatic,the others rejoined,"Dispense with the ambulance? |
18909 | Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be? |
18909 | Some whisky, rum or gin? |
18909 | The night is fine,the Walrus said,"Do you admire the view? |
18909 | Well, well,said he,"explain to me and I''ve no more to say; Can you go anywhere to- morrow and come back from there to- day?" |
18909 | What does it want? |
18909 | What if, aweary of the strife That long has lured the dear deceiver, She promise to amend her life, And sin no more; can I believe her? 18909 What if, in spite of her disdain, I find my heart entwined about With Cupid''s dear, delicious chain So closely that I ca n''t get out? |
18909 | What''s that? |
18909 | Where did it come from? |
18909 | Who planted this old apple- tree? |
18909 | Whom should I marry? 18909 Why do n''t you laugh? |
18909 | Will you trust me, Katie dear,-- Walk beside me without fear? 18909 You did? |
18909 | Your name? |
18909 | _ We Are Seven--A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? 18909 --and I seized the little lad;How can you dare to rob your wife and your little helpless child?" |
18909 | 9''? |
18909 | A Child''s Thought of God They say that God lives very high; But if you look above the pines You can not see our God; and why? |
18909 | A funeral? |
18909 | Ai n''t I always been a pardner to you? |
18909 | Ai n''t I always been your friend? |
18909 | Ai n''t he a funny old Raggedy Man? |
18909 | Ai n''t he the beanin''est Raggedy Man? |
18909 | Ai n''t nu''h''n but_ rocks_? |
18909 | Ai n''t you satisfied at all? |
18909 | All my pennies do n''t I spend In getting nice things for you? |
18909 | Am I blind or lame? |
18909 | Am I lazy or crazy? |
18909 | An''that t''other thing? |
18909 | An''then that feller looked around An''seed me there, down on the ground, An''--was he mad? |
18909 | An''w''y fer is you''s little foot tied, Little cat? |
18909 | And Sis?--has she grown tall? |
18909 | And is n''t it, my boy or girl, The wisest, bravest plan, Whatever comes, or does n''t come, To do the best you can? |
18909 | And mother-- does she fade at all? |
18909 | And now she watches the pathway, As yester eve she had done; But what does she see so strange and black Against the rising sun? |
18909 | And oft the young lads shouted, when they saw the maid at play:"Ho, good- for- nothing Brier- Rose, how do you do to- day?" |
18909 | And shall this man dictate to us? |
18909 | And suppose the world do n''t please you, Nor the way some people do, Do you think the whole creation Will be altered just for you? |
18909 | And tell me now, what makes thee sing, With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I''m a king, Beside the river Dee?" |
18909 | And the brown thrush keeps singing,"A nest do you see, And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree? |
18909 | And what does he say, little girl, little boy? |
18909 | And what is so rare as a day in June? |
18909 | And what meaneth that stifled murmur of wonder and amaze? |
18909 | And what shall_ I_ say, if a wretch should propose? |
18909 | And when they were alone, the angel said,"Art thou the king?" |
18909 | And whom bury ye today? |
18909 | And would n''t it be nicer For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house When there is none without? |
18909 | And would n''t it be nobler To keep your temper sweet, And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon your feet? |
18909 | And would n''t it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say you''re glad"''Twas Dolly''s And not your head that broke"? |
18909 | And would n''t it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest And learn the thing at once? |
18909 | And your age?" |
18909 | Any memory of his sermon? |
18909 | Are n''t we picking up folks just as fast as they fall? |
18909 | Art thou a mourner? |
18909 | Art thou afraid?" |
18909 | Away with a bellow fled the calf, And what was that? |
18909 | Aye? |
18909 | Bearing his load on the rough road of life? |
18909 | Before her stood fair Bregenz, once more her towers arose; What were the friends beside her? |
18909 | Bob kept askin''for a job, And the Boss, he says:"What kind?" |
18909 | Boy, whah''s de raisin''I give you? |
18909 | Brave Adm''r''l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone? |
18909 | Brave Adm''r''l, speak; what shall I say?" |
18909 | Bright jewels of the mine? |
18909 | But here the pitcher twirled again-- was that a rifle shot? |
18909 | But the treasures-- how to get them? |
18909 | But vot off dot? |
18909 | But where was the child delaying? |
18909 | But who that fought in the big war Such dread sights have not seen? |
18909 | But why does a sudden tremor seize on them as they gaze? |
18909 | Cain''t tell w''en dey''s ripe? |
18909 | Can you hear?" |
18909 | Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old flotilla lay: Ca n''t you''ear their paddles chunkin''from Rangoon to Mandalay? |
18909 | Come, haste"? |
18909 | Did dey pisen you''s tummick inside, Little cat? |
18909 | Did dey pound you wif bricks, Or wif big nasty sticks, Or abuse you wif kicks, Little cat? |
18909 | Did he die like a craven, Begging those torturing fiends for his life? |
18909 | Did it hurt werry bad w''en you died, Little cat? |
18909 | Did the gosling laugh? |
18909 | Did you kiss me and call me"Mother"--and hold me to your breast, Or is it one of the taunting dreams that come to mock my rest? |
18909 | Do n''t I give you lots of cake? |
18909 | Do n''t ye see I have her with me-- my poor sainted little Belle?'' |
18909 | Do n''t you hear? |
18909 | Do you not know me? |
18909 | Do you see her little hand beckoning? |
18909 | Do you see o''er the gilded cloud mountains Sister''s golden hair streaming out? |
18909 | Do you think that Katie guessed Half the wisdom she expressed? |
18909 | Do you think, sir, if you try, You can paint the look of a lie? |
18909 | Does half my heart lie buried there In Texas, down by the Rio Grande? |
18909 | Does he see the ruddy wine Shiver in its crystal goblet, or do those grave eyes divine Something sadder yet? |
18909 | Does he see the waxen bloom Tremble in its vase of silver? |
18909 | Does no voice within Answer my cry, and say we are akin?" |
18909 | Does the leetle, chatterin'', sassy wren, No bigger''n my thumb, know more than men? |
18909 | Dost reel from righteous retribution''s blow? |
18909 | Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? |
18909 | En wut you s''posen Brer Bascom, yo''teacher at Sunday school,''Ud say ef he knowed how you''s broke de good Lawd''s Gol''n Rule? |
18909 | Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said,"What writest thou?" |
18909 | Firstly? |
18909 | For angels have golden tresses And eyes like sister''s, blue? |
18909 | Have I been here long? |
18909 | Have the loving voice and the Helping Hand brought back my wandering son? |
18909 | He asks me questions sooch as dese: Who baints mine nose so red? |
18909 | Here hath been dawning another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away? |
18909 | His brothers had walked but a little way When Jotham to Nathan chanced to say,"What on airth is he up to, hey?" |
18909 | Ho, ho, pale brother,"said the Wine,"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?" |
18909 | How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world? |
18909 | How gan I all dese dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss? |
18909 | How many ages in time? |
18909 | How many days in a week? |
18909 | How many hours in a day? |
18909 | How many minutes in an hour? |
18909 | How many months in a year? |
18909 | How many seconds in a minute? |
18909 | How many weeks in a month? |
18909 | How many years in an age? |
18909 | I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? |
18909 | I do''want no foolin''--you hear me? |
18909 | I staggered faintly in, Fearing--_what_? |
18909 | I''ll light on the libbe''ty- pole, an''crow; An''I''ll say to the gawpin''fools below,''What world''s this''ere That I''ve come near?'' |
18909 | If a storm should come and awake the deep What matter? |
18909 | If by easy work you beat, Who the more will prize you? |
18909 | If the men_ were_ so wicked, I''ll ask my papa How he dared to propose to my darling mamma; Was he like the rest of them? |
18909 | In the laugh that rings so gayly through the richly curtained room, Join they all, save one; Why is it? |
18909 | Is his heaven far to seek for those who drown?" |
18909 | Is it possible? |
18909 | Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust? |
18909 | Is it worth while that we jeer at each other In blackness of heart that we war to the knife? |
18909 | Is n''t it true? |
18909 | Is the pudding done? |
18909 | Is this a hoax? |
18909 | Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with light? |
18909 | Is you boun''fuh ter be a black villiun? |
18909 | Is you''s purrin''an''humpin''-up done? |
18909 | Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep I may launch my all on its tide? |
18909 | Jest fold our hands an''see the swaller, An''blackbird an''catbird beat us holler? |
18909 | Maggie, sister''s an angel, Is n''t she? |
18909 | May I carry, if I will, All your burdens up the hill?" |
18909 | Men who had fought ten to one ere that day? |
18909 | Morgan-- Morgan is waiting for me; Oh, what will Morgan say?" |
18909 | Must we give in,"Says he with a grin,"''T the bluebird an''phoebe Are smarter''n we be? |
18909 | My labor never flags; And what are its wages? |
18909 | No? |
18909 | Not Sunday? |
18909 | Now ai n''t you ashamed er yo''se''lf sur? |
18909 | Now if from here to Morrow is a fourteen- hour jump, Can you go to- day to Morrow and come back to- day, you chump?" |
18909 | Now the smiles are thicker-- wonder what they mean? |
18909 | Now, Maggie, I''ve something to tell you-- Let me lean up to you close-- Do you see how the sunset has flooded The heavens with yellow and rose? |
18909 | Now, tell me, Are you guilty of this, or no?" |
18909 | Now_ my_ hair is n''t golden, My eyes are n''t blue, you see-- Now tell me, Maggie, if I were to die, Could they make an angel of me? |
18909 | O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this man? |
18909 | O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul- quenched? |
18909 | Oh, let us be married,--too long we have tarried,-- But what shall we do for a ring?" |
18909 | Oh, w''y did n''t yo wun off and hide, Little cat? |
18909 | Oh, when its aged branches throw Thin shadows on the ground below, Shall fraud and force and iron will Oppress the weak and helpless still? |
18909 | Or does she seem to pine and fret For me? |
18909 | Remember the story of Elihu Burritt, An''how he clum up to the top, Got all the knowledge''at he ever had Down in a blacksmithing shop? |
18909 | Rouse thee from thy spell; Art thou a sinner? |
18909 | Said I,"I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say, How can I go to Morrow, if I leave the town to- day?" |
18909 | Said I,"I want to go to Morrow; can I go to- day And get to Morrow by to- night, if there is no delay?" |
18909 | Said I,"My boy, it seems to me you''re talking through your hat, Is there a town named Morrow on your line? |
18909 | Say, stummick, what''s the matter, You had to go an''ache? |
18909 | Say, what''s the matter with you? |
18909 | Secondly? |
18909 | Seek''st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean- side? |
18909 | Shall I tell you where and when? |
18909 | Shall he? |
18909 | Shall not the roaring waters their headlong gallop check? |
18909 | Shall she let it ring? |
18909 | Shall we be trotting home again?" |
18909 | Should it be A dashing damsel, gay and pert, A pattern of inconstancy; Or selfish, mercenary flirt? |
18909 | Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades? |
18909 | So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? |
18909 | So she resolutely walked up to the wagon old and red--"May I have a dozen apples for a kiss?" |
18909 | Suppose that some boys have a horse, And some a coach and pair, Will it tire you less while walking To say,"It is n''t fair"? |
18909 | Suppose you''re dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down, Will it clear off any sooner Because you scold and frown? |
18909 | Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret? |
18909 | Suppose, my dear, I take my knife, And cut the rope to save my life?" |
18909 | THEN DID HE BLENCH? |
18909 | Tell me dat, Did dey holler at all when you cwied? |
18909 | Tell me, darling, will you be The wife of Bobby Shaftoe?" |
18909 | That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o''er land and sea-- And wouldst thou hew it down? |
18909 | The Baby Where did you come from, baby dear? |
18909 | The Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock In fourteen ninety- two, An''the Indians standin''on the dock Asked,"What are you goin''to do?" |
18909 | The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung:"Shall I take them away?" |
18909 | The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow: Said the child,"May I gather thy berries now?" |
18909 | The Wind, he took to his revels once more; On down In town, Like a merry- mad clown, He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar,"What''s that?" |
18909 | The church, a phantom, vanished soon; What saw the teacher then? |
18909 | The old man-- is he hearty yet? |
18909 | The weather was bitter cold, The young ones cried and shivered--( Little Johnny''s but four years old)-- So what was I to do, sir? |
18909 | Then I felt myself pulled once again, and my hand caught tight hold of a dress, And I heard,"What''s the matter, dear Jim? |
18909 | Then said,"Who art thou, and why com''st thou here?" |
18909 | Then why should I sit in the scorner''s seat, Or hurl the cynic''s ban? |
18909 | There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there Away from their childhood''s land? |
18909 | There, do n''t hold my hands, Maggie, I do n''t feel like tearing it now; But-- where was I in my story? |
18909 | They scrape away a little snow; What''s this? |
18909 | Tom was only a moderate drinker; ah, sir, do you bear in mind How the plodding tortoise in the race left the leaping hare behind? |
18909 | Und vhere der plaze goes vrom der lamp Vene''er der glim I douse? |
18909 | Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,"Father, who makes it snow?" |
18909 | W''y is dat? |
18909 | Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? |
18909 | Was that thunder? |
18909 | Was there a man dismay''d? |
18909 | Was there a soldier who carried the Seven Flinched like a coward or fled from the strife? |
18909 | We shall be so kind in the after while, But what have we been to- day? |
18909 | We shall bring to each lonely life a smile, But what have we brought to- day? |
18909 | We shall give out gold in princely sum, But what did we give to- day? |
18909 | What ails you, Hal? |
18909 | What does little baby say In her bed at peep of day? |
18909 | What fields, or waves, or mountains? |
18909 | What is the use of heapin''on me a pauper''s shame? |
18909 | What love of thine own kind? |
18909 | What means this great commotion? |
18909 | What means this stir in Rome? |
18909 | What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? |
18909 | What plant we in this apple- tree? |
18909 | What plant we in this apple- tree? |
18909 | What plant we in this apple- tree? |
18909 | What recked he? |
18909 | What recked those who followed? |
18909 | What shall the tasks of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears Of those who live when length of years Is wasting this apple- tree? |
18909 | What shapes of sky or plain? |
18909 | What sought they thus afar? |
18909 | What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose? |
18909 | What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? |
18909 | What was done? |
18909 | What whistle''s that, yelling so shrill? |
18909 | What''s he got on? |
18909 | What? |
18909 | When can their glory fade? |
18909 | When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept, for fear that I should die? |
18909 | When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby And rocked me that I should not cry? |
18909 | When the sun goes down with a flaming ray And the dear friends have to part? |
18909 | When you were home, old comrade, say, Did you see any of our folks? |
18909 | Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom''s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom''s banner streaming o''er us? |
18909 | Where now the solemn shade, Verdure and gloom where many branches meet; So grateful, when the noon of summer made The valleys sick with heat? |
18909 | Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? |
18909 | Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? |
18909 | Who has seen the wind? |
18909 | Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? |
18909 | Who knows whither the clouds have fled? |
18909 | Who knows? |
18909 | Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? |
18909 | Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? |
18909 | Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the part to make it well? |
18909 | Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping in my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? |
18909 | Who talks of scheme and plan? |
18909 | Who taught my infant lips to pray, To love God''s holy word and day, And walk in wisdom''s pleasant way? |
18909 | Who vos it cuts dot schmoodth blace oudt Vrom der hair ubon mine he d? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who won the war? |
18909 | Who''s to blame?" |
18909 | Who, Harry? |
18909 | Who? |
18909 | Whose breath blew out the light within this brain? |
18909 | Whose heart hath ne''er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? |
18909 | Whose the fault then? |
18909 | Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? |
18909 | Why ai n''t you a friend o''mine? |
18909 | Why do n''t you tell me like a man: What is the matter with our folks?" |
18909 | Why do yonder sorrowing maidens scatter flowers along the way? |
18909 | Why is the Forum crowded? |
18909 | Why look so pale and so sad, as for ever Wishing to weep?" |
18909 | Why should people of sense stop to put up a fence, While the ambulance works in the valley?" |
18909 | Why, sir, you''re crying as hard as I; what-- is it really done? |
18909 | Why, what''s the mattter, friend? |
18909 | Will he dare it, the hero undaunted, that terrible, sickening height, Or will the hot blood of his courage freeze in his veins at the sight? |
18909 | Will he fall? |
18909 | Wu''dat you got under dat box? |
18909 | Wut you say? |
18909 | Yet through that summer morning I lingered near the spot: Oh, why do things seem sweeter if we possess them not? |
18909 | You Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? |
18909 | You say,"Oh, yes"; you think so? |
18909 | Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements-- How did we miss Your footprints on our pavements?-- Can there be other folk as blind as we? |
18909 | _ A soft hand stroked it as I went by._ What makes your cheek like a warm white rose? |
18909 | _ Alfred, Lord Tennyson._ The Tree The Tree''s early leaf buds were bursting their brown;"Shall I take them away?" |
18909 | _ Alice Cary._ The Wind Who has seen the wind? |
18909 | _ Alice Cary._ Who Won the War? |
18909 | _ Alice Gary._ Little Birdie What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day? |
18909 | _ Charles F. Adams._ To- day We shall do so much in the years to come, But what have we done to- day? |
18909 | _ Charles Wolfe._ How Many Seconds in a Minute? |
18909 | _ Christina G. Rossetti._ To- day Here hath been dawning another blue day: Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away? |
18909 | _ Edwin Markham._ Poorhouse Nan Did you say you wished to see me, sir? |
18909 | _ Fannie Windsor._ What is Good"What is the real good?" |
18909 | _ Felicia Hemans._ Bobby Shaftoe"Marie, will you marry me? |
18909 | _ Frederick Whitttaker._ A Boy and His Stomach What''s the matter, stummick? |
18909 | _ From the same box as the cherubs''wings._ How did they all just come to be you? |
18909 | _ Give you a song?_ No, I ca n''t do that, my singing days are past; My voice is cracked, my throat''s worn out, and my lungs are going fast. |
18909 | _ God spoke, and it came out to hear._ Where did you get those arms and hands? |
18909 | _ God thought about me, and so I grew._ But how did you come to us, you dear? |
18909 | _ I found it waiting when I got here._ What makes your forehead so smooth and high? |
18909 | _ Joseph Bert Smiley._ Is It Worth While? |
18909 | _ Lord Houghton._ Breathes There the Man With Soul So Dead? |
18909 | _ Lord Houghton._ Lady Moon"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?" |
18909 | _ Love made itself into hooks and bands._ Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? |
18909 | _ Marion Short._ The Owl Critic"Who stuffed that white owl?" |
18909 | _ Out of the everywhere into the here._ Where did you get your eyes so blue? |
18909 | _ Out of the sky as I came through._ What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? |
18909 | _ Rose Hartwick Thorpe._ Kate Shelly Have you heard how a girl saved the lightning express-- Of Kate Shelly, whose father was killed on the road? |
18909 | _ Rudyard Kipling._ Whistling in Heaven You''re surprised that I ever should say so? |
18909 | _ Some of the starry spikes left in._ Where did you get that little tear? |
18909 | _ Something better than anyone knows._ Whence that three- cornered smile of bliss? |
18909 | _ Three angels gave me at once a kiss._ Where did you get that pearly ear? |
18909 | _ William Cullen Bryant._ Character of the Happy Warrior Who is the happy Warrior? |
18909 | _ William Cullen Bryant._ My Mother Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? |
18909 | _( From"The Lay of the Last Minstrel")_ Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? |
18909 | ai n''t it fun to just wade in and help myself? |
18909 | and where? |
18909 | der you think dat I''s bline? |
18909 | do n''t be tazin''me,"said she, With just the faintest sigh,"I''ve sinse enough to see you''ve come, But what''s the reason why?" |
18909 | do n''t you see it is? |
18909 | do n''t you see? |
18909 | do n''t you see? |
18909 | each pain her hurt and woe? |
18909 | he shouted, long and loud; And,"Who wants my potatoes?" |
18909 | how de yeou like flyin''? |
18909 | oh, my baby-- did-- you-- come All the way-- alone-- my darling-- just to lead-- poor-- papa-- home?'' |
18909 | shall Providence be blamed?" |
18909 | shouted she;"Why, do you see it?" |
18909 | so mournful? |
18909 | the teacher said, Filled with a new surprise;"Shall I behold his name enrolled Among the great and wise?" |
18909 | was there ever so merry a note? |
18909 | what ignorance of pain? |
18909 | what to do? |
18909 | when shall they all meet again?" |
18909 | who ever yeered tell er des sich? |
18909 | why so soon Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, And leave thee wild and sad? |
18909 | wot_ do_ they understand? |