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id: 5332
title: The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor
author: Irwin, Wallace
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  Smith, a car conductor, who penned his passion, from time to time, on between fares on the rear platform of a Sixth Avenue car. Of the human or personal record of William Henry Smith very little has "Remarks:--Car No. 21144, William Smith, conductor, ran into large that Pansy, Gill the Grip and Maxy the Firebug never existed in real THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR Today the Pansy got aboard my ship I says to her, "Fare, please!" out loud like that, I got the zing from Pansy''s orb Pansy got on at Sixteenth Street last night, But Death rings up and says, "Step lively, please!" When I took Pansy''s fare from Gill the Grip. Wait till I ticket Pansy, then I guess ''Twas Pansy like a fairy in a bower Some like the Gas-car Gussie act, hot ton,


id: 4756
title: The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum
author: Irwin, Wallace
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  is as close to "Mame''s dress-suit belle" of No. VII as modern costume finds a rival in Mr. Irwin''s strong simile--"O Fate, thou art a In Mr. Irwin''s sonnet cycle, however, we have slang idealized, or as head of the school, and insistent upon the didactic value of slang, Mr. Irwin presents in this cycle no mean claims to eminence in the truly The sonnet is a very easy mark, Leaving poor Willie froze to beat the band, And Mame is mine some more, I do not think. ''Tis Murphy, night clerk in McCann''s drug store. I have another think a-coming. For love has got poor Willie groggy, too. I thought the cards were coming all my way, Were Mame and Murphy, diked to suit the part, At noon today Murphy and Mame were tied. If you don''t like it you know what to do. Perhaps you think I''ve handed out to you


id: 11266
title: Sonnets by the Nawab Nizamat Jung Bahadur
author: Jung, Nizamat, Sir
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  "_Love is not discoverable by the eye, but only by the soul. utterances of the great minds and hearts whose words have been like "_Love wakes the soul and gives it wings to fly_." is the life,--and few who read these Sonnets will deny that the spirit Love gave her eyes the light of heav''n, and taught A Light-girt messenger of Love art thou-The thrice-pure fire of Love within thy breast! Love''s heart e''er made--thou com''st to show e''en _now_ And breathe, O breathe, thy love-breath o''er mine eyes Comes through thy hallowed lips whose pray''r is Love. Life''s hopes and joys, Love''s beauty, truth and grace, Each other''s soul''s fulfilment, makes Love shine Love wings the soul for Heaven whence it came. While my heart''s love is by sweet flow''rs averred. Of hearts that keep their faith amidst Love''s woes.'' Two hearts made one by Love that cannot die


id: 37365
title: Sonnets and Other Verse
author: MacKeracher, William M. (William Mackay)
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  Scorn not the Old; ''twas sacred in its day, Of baffled seas, let in all fair delights Whose works are old and yet for ever new, Sweet Christian Sabbath-day of joy and rest. In fair Italian cities thou had''st heard Old Winter from the scene, and cried, "Make way! So grows the good man old--meek, glad, sublime; Is working men; she cries to let them in. He loved this good God''s world, the night and day, THE WORKS OF MAN AND OF NATURE. And each new spring seemed older not a day. You brought forth from your treasury things new and old, But no, to-day his spirit lives, and walks the crowded way; We''ll hail old England''s hearts of steel who man her iron walls. And thou, old Book, go down from sire to son; Bien, M''sieu; he''s come pass joos like dis way; a go out wit'' de boys


id: 33729
title: The Lost Temples of Xantoos
author: Calhoun, Howell
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  _The_ Lost Temples of Xantoos By HOWELL CALHOUN Celestial fantasies of deathless night, Enraptured colonnades adorned with pearls, Resplendent guardians of crimson light, Expanse of darkness silently unfurls Among colossal ruins on this shore, That once was purled by Xantoos'' rolling seas; Nothing remains upon this barren core Of Mars, but your palatial memories. Your altars and magnificent black gods Still flash beneath the sapphire torches'' flames, The fragrant ring of sacred flowers nods Beneath the monstrous idols'' gilded frames. Your jeweled gates swing open on their bands Of gold; within, a lurid shadow stands. TRANSCRIBER''S NOTE: This etext was produced from Weird Tales October Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.


id: 33674
title: Sonnets from the Patagonian
author: Evans, Donald
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  _With the Allied cause crumbling away it is high time we thought of reply was a plea to let you write a preface for a new edition of my already lost the War and the dusk of the Anglo-Saxon is come. can find the beauty and the strength of the human soul with which to must be the German people we hate as an overshadowing race, if our fight Soul and Beauty. _Verily, verily, men are killed solely because they fear death, and turn Then Carlo came; he shone like a new sin-That let her smile because he saw she knew. For he had said long ere he came to earth And all the hours his heart like waving grain And the joys now dead But they were the last words that the poet said. To play gravedigger if the word be said. He said that love had but two words, the last


id: 38572
title: Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
author: Kiser, Samuel E. (Samuel Ellsworth)
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  It made you sad that he got dumped that way, And let you set and rest all day, instead This morning when that homely, long-legged clerk Come in he had a rose he got somewhere; He went and kind of leaned against her chair, I wish, when you was through your work some night She''s got an awful bad cold in her head-And say "Poor little girl!" to her, and set And every key she pounds looked kind of sad. I thought that her and me had went away This morning when we come to work I got And so the first blame thing I knew I said: I wish, some day, when she''s typewritin'' and And said: "She''s twic''t as old as you, you know-I''d like to let the tears come if I dast. And said: "The little fool''s got married!" Oh, The long-legged clerk must stay and work away,


