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id: 26797
title: Something Else Again
author: Adams, Franklin P. (Franklin Pierce)
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  For things to which I''ve said "Good-bye!" But men shall quaff thy soda sweet, [I was talking with a newspaper man the other day who seemed "Oh bard," I said, "your verse is free; I said, "he might have done good stuff. And I said, "I''ll bet a nickel I can write that way." LINES PROVOKED BY HEARING A YOUNG MAN Go, lovely Rose that lives its little hour! "This war is a terrible thing," he said, The people said they rather thought he did it as a trick, And writers said: "He thinks about the drooping girls and boys, There was a man in our town who said that he would share But on the word of a travelled man and a bard who has been around, Like me, who knows not what to think! An thou dost ill, shall this be still a poor thing, but mine ode.


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: 6122
title: Tobogganing on Parnassus
author: Adams, Franklin P. (Franklin Pierce)
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  Shall say "I like his simple stanzas." What lady-like youth in his wild aberrations [Footnote: Paraphraser''s note: Horace beat the modern song Just you and I and Love alone are left, sweet-Look in my eyes, aglow with Love''s own light: He''d lie and he''d swear and pull little girls'' hair; He was known as a good little boy; And you shall hear, both night and day, There''s times when you''ll think that they''re perfect; There''s times when you''ll think that they''re bum, Ere silence like a poultice comes to heal-Shall I say I love the town But isn''t it time to change that stuff? You think to get at Christmas time [Footnote DoubleBar: Train does not stop where time omitted.] Of the things that I believe are awful stuff, I hear those good night ladies much obliged because we''re here Thou art like to a Flower,


id: 6652
title: The Humorous Poetry of the English Language; from Chaucer to Saxe
author: nan
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  And a fat little Mer-man stood up and said grace, A man should come knocking at that time of night, And it look''d like Hare--but it might have been Cat. The little garcons too strove to express The horrid old ruffian comes, cat-like, creeping;-Like lightning dost thou fly, when called, And now I tell thee like a friend, Had a voice like old Lais, and chose to make use of it! For ''t was like heaven and earth, Dolly, coming together-Whose journey, Bob says, is so like love and marriage, Where a thing LIKE a man was--no lover sat there! My books, ''tis true, are little worth, but they have served me long, Why liftest thou thy pious eyes to God! And thou art doubly dear for things like these. As thy days are declining I love thee the more, how like thou art She loved like any thing.


id: 8953
title: The Norsk Nightingale; Being the Lyrics of a "Lumberyack"
author: Kirk, William Frederick
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  Ant yu tenk dis har ban fun, And dis har breakfast food, ay tenk, ban fake: Dey tal me ay ban a gude faller. Oh, yes, ay ban yolly gude faller,-Ay tenk dis har Yulia ban Yew; ''Bout von square foot vile dey ban har, "Ef dis har axe ban any gude, Dis tree skol sune ban kindling vood." And yust ven tree ban falling down, Ef yu lak to know yust how dis ban, Ay tenk dis ban gude hunch; Ay lak yu to tal me gude reason for dis; But, ven he vake, it ant ban day at all, And yust ven dis sun ban setting, it shine hard on Yosephine; But it ant no use to du it, and dis har old yudge skol write To-day dis har faller ban svelling around, Dis har ban vy ay lak dem-Dey ban so much lak mine.


