‘Why do you this?’ The devil raised his head;
‘Churches and courts I’ve built enough,’ he said.
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Hard by an excavated street one sat
And ever and anon he spake and spatAnd spake again-a yellow skull in hand,To which that retrospective PioneerAddressed the few remarks that follow here:‘Who are you? Did you come ‘der blains agross,’Or ‘Horn aroundt’? In days o’ ’49Did them thar eye-holes see the Southern CrossFrom the Antarctic Sea git up an’ shine?Or did you drive…
A rat who’d gorged a box of bane
Came from his hole to die (the labelRequired it if the rat were able)And found outside his habitatA limpid stream. Of bane and rat‘T was all unconscious; in the sunIt ran and prattled just for fun.Keen to allay his inward throes,The beast immersed his filthy noseAnd drank-then, bloated by the stream,And filled with superheated steam,Exploded…
‘O venerable patriot, I pray
We’ll know the grand result-and even nowThe eastern sky is faintly touched with gray.‘It ill befits thine age’s hoary crownThis rude environment of rogue and clown,Who, as the lying bulletins appear,With drunken cries incarnadine the town.‘But if with noble zeal you stay to noteThe outcome of your patriotic voteFor Blaine, or Cleveland, and your native…
Liars for witnesses; for lawyers brutes
Cowards for jurors; and for judge a clownWho ne’er took up the law, yet lays it down;Justice denied, authority abused,And the one honest person the accusedThy courts, my country, all these awful years,Move fools to laughter and the wise to tears.
Who told Creed Haymond he was witty?-who
Could no greased pig’s appeal to his embraceKindle his ardor for the friendly chase?Did no dead dog upon a vacant lot,Bloated and bald, or curdled in a clot,Stir his compassion and inspire his armsTo hide from human eyes its faded charms?If not to works of piety inclined,Then recreation might have claimed his mind.The harmless game…
A is defrauded of his land by B,
D buys the place with coin of plundered E.‘That A’s an Anarchist!’ says F to G.