You make me first throw up my hat,
And then my hands.
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‘That pillows and cushions of feathers and bedsAs warm as maids’ hearts and as soft as their heads,Increase of life’s comforts the general sumWhich raises the standard of living.’ ‘Come, come,’The Goose said, impatiently, ‘tell me or cease,How that is of any advantage to geese.’‘What, what!’ said the man-‘you are very obtuse!Consumption no profit to…
‘By good men’s prayers see Grant restored!’
Yes, God, by supplication boredFrom every droning preacher,Exclaimed: ‘So be it, tiresome crewBut I’ve a crow to pick with _you_.’
Sharon, ambitious of immortal shame,
Served in the Senate, for our sins, his time,Each word a folly and each vote a crime;Law for our governance well skilled to makeBy knowledge gained in study how to break;Yet still by the presiding eye ignored,Which only sought him when too loud he snored.Auspicious thunder!-when he woke to voteHe stilled his own to cut…
‘O warrior with the burnished arms
Pray tell me of the lurid charmsOf service and the fierce alarms:The storming of the castle,The charge across the smoking field,The rifles’ busy rattleWhat thoughts inspire the men who wieldThe blade-their gallant souls how steeledAnd fortified in battle.’‘Nay, man of peace, seek not to knowWar’s baleful fascination-The soldier’s hunger for the foe,His dread of safety,…
Like a worn mother he attempts in vain
The more he rocks the cradle of his chinThe more uproarious grows the brat within.
‘Lothario is very low,’
Nay, nay, not _so_-he will be, though,If ever he get well.