Selections from the Poems of John Godfrey SaxeHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 57 من الصفحات |
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A-cruising ancient Bell BALLAD BEAUTIFUL STRANGER beneath birth bless bride BRIEFLESS BARRIS briny sea Buzzing o'er CHAPEL-BELL clam clo'es crape cried curious passion Dapper Jim DEAD LETTER door EARLY RISING elegant fancy fashion gentle voice Gentleman GODFREY SAXE grief Half hidden head heart Heaven defend honest John invented sleep John MacBride jolly mariner keep lady lark lawyer light live Looking lowly maiden meet The stoutest morning MOURNER MOURNER A LA ne'er never goes night nose o'er the vale OLD CHAPEL pleasant poverty's PRANDIAL VERSES Pray precious pretty hand pride PROUD MISS MACBRIDE proud was Miss PSI UPSILON purse RAIL Rattling over ridges RHYME Rumbling over bridges sail SELECTIONS FROM SAXE shocking Shooting under arches sigh sight SILVER WEDDING smile solemnly sorrow spoke this jolly strife surpris talking tears tell TERRIBLY proud thee things thou troth vulgar weep worse wrote
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الصفحة 16 - Depend upon it, my snobbish friend, Your family thread you can't ascend, Without good reason to apprehend You may find it waxed at the farther end By some plebeian vocation ; Or, worse than that, your boasted Line May end in a loop of stronger twine, That plagued some worthy relation ! XVI. But Miss MacBride hath something beside Her lofty birth to nourish her pride, — For rich was the old paternal MacBride, According to public rumor ; And he lived
الصفحة 36 - Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges, Whizzing through the mountains, Buzzing o'er the vale ; Bless me ! this is pleasant, Riding on the Rail ! ^RAPE')OF THE LOCK.
الصفحة 29 - And tells me of the pains He suffers from a score of ills Of which he ne'er complains; And how he struggled once with death To keep the fiend at bay; On themes like those away he goes, But never goes away!
الصفحة 28 - I mean to take the knocker off, Put crape upon the door, Or hint to John that I am gone To stay a month or more. I do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my foes, But Heaven defend me from the friend Who never, never goes! Early Rising "Goo bless the man who first invented sleep!
الصفحة 26 - I've waited and waited in vain, Expecting an 'opening' to find, Where an honest young lawyer might gain Some reward for toil of his mind. "'Tis not that I'm wanting in law, Or lack an intelligent face, That others have cases to plead, While I have to plead for a case. "O, how can a modest young man E'er hope for the smallest progression, — The profession's already so full Of lawyers so full of profession!
الصفحة 13 - The meaning of Meek she never knew, But imagined the phrase had something to do With " Moses," — a peddling German Jew, Who, like all hawkers the country through, Was a person of no position ; And it seemed to her exceedingly plain, If the word was really known to pertain To a vulgar German, it was n't germane To a lady of high condition ! VIII. Even her graces, — not her grace, For that was in the
الصفحة 40 - I SAW her last night at a party (The elegant party at Mead's), And looking remarkably hearty For a widow so young in her weeds ; Yet I know she was suffering sorrow Too deep for the tongue to express, — Or why had she chosen to borrow So much from the language of dress ? Her shawl was as sable as night ; And her gloves were as dark as her shawl ; And her jewels — that flashed in the...
الصفحة 26 - E'er hope for the smallest progression, — The profession 's already so full Of lawyers so full of profession ! " While thus he was strolling around, His eye accidentally fell On a very deep hole in the ground, And he sighed to himself " It is well! " To curb his emotions, he sat On the curbstone the space of a minute, Then cried,
الصفحة 22 - Twas such a shock to her precious pride ! She couldn't recover, although she tried Her jaded spirits to rally ; 'Twas a dreadful change in human affairs From a Place " Up Town," to a nook " Up Stairs," From an Avenue down to an Alley ! 'Twas little condolence she had, God wot, From her
الصفحة 37 - Bless me ! this is pleasant, Riding on the Rail ! Men of different ' stations ' In the eye of Fame, Here are very quickly Coming to the same. High and lowly people, Birds of every feather, On a common level...