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Ammonite atrid B'nai B'rith babe Bismarck's only equal Blue of blood BRANDER MATTHEWS breast Chakey Einstein Christian dead Deal more white Dear Brander Death despite of stake dream EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Emperor eyes face fair fiddle-bows go flap your wings fond heart's joy front at morn Grows to manhood's Hail heart IMITATION Y love Jabin joke knew knout lashes laugh lead the Anglo-Saxon leader ever known lips look look and laugh love she leans Love's Madge Magdalena's grace mimic her tender minuet mother's smile old lady once owff Browdway play Primrose Day quiver read her Magdalena Read her Waller's river's rippling laughter rose her hand round Seville lady Shakspere share in Primrose Shishak silent sing song soul sound Spanish lace spirit Spring sweet swells tell thee There'll never things thou to-day too-numerous infant band wait Waller's Magdalena WILKIE COLLINS
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Page 72 - But he still had Two and Three. "You are up in papa's big bedroom, In the chest with the queer old key!
Page 71 - IT was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy that was half-past three; And the way that they played together Was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he; For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin little twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing...
Page 72 - I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be, With an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy with a twisted knee. The boy would bend his face down On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding, In guesses One, Two, Three! "You are in the china closet!
Page 72 - And he found her with his Three. Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One and a Two and a Three. And they never had stirred from their places, Right under the maple tree This old, old, old, old lady And the boy with the lame little knee This dear, dear, dear old lady, And the boy who was half-past three.
Page 34 - s dead, and memory alone Recalls the genial magic of his tone ; Marble nor canvas nor the printed page Shall tell his genius to another age : A memory, doomed to dwindle less and less, His world-wide fame shrinks to this littleness. Yet if, a half a century from to-day, A tender smile about our old lips play, And if our grandchild query whence it came, We 'll say: "A thought of Brougham.
Page 77 - Columbia!" to the breeze. And I tell you the old man never heard When we joined in the chorus, word for word! But he sang out strong in the bright blue sky, And if voices joined in his Fourth of July, He heard them as echoes from days gone by. And when he had done, we all slipped back As still as we came, on our twisting track, While words more clear than the flint-lock shots Rang in our ears. And Grandfather Watts? He shouldered the gun his father bore And marched off home, nor'west by nor'.
Page 45 - EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THOUGH to his song the reeds respondent rustle That cradled Pan what time all song was young, Though in a new world city's restless bustle He sounds a lyre in fields Sicilian strung; Though his the power the days of old to waken, Though Nature's melody 's as clear to him As ere of dryads were the woods forsaken, And the fresh world of myth grew faint and dim — A dearer grace is his when men's eyes glisten With closer sympathies his page above, And near his spirit draws to...
Page 75 - GRANDFATHER WATTS used to tell us boys That a Fourth wa'n'ta Fourth without any noise. He would say, with a thump of his hickory stick, That it made an American right down sick To see his sons on the Nation's Day Sit round, in a sort of a listless way, With no oration and no...
Page 65 - neath the dark verandah, Years and years ago; And I softly pressed a hand a Deal more white than snow. And I cast aside my reina, As I gazed upon her face, And I read her " Magdalena," While she smoothed her Spanish lace Read her Waller's "Magdalena"— She had Magdalena's grace. Read her of the Spanish duel, Of the brother, courtly, cruel, Who between the British wooer And the Seville lady came ; How her lover promptly slew her Brother, and then fled in shame — How he dreamed, in long years after,...