That Fortune, tempted by a mark so droll,
Sprang in an kicked him to the winning pole.
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The minutes-and the sunrise gunWas manned for his saluting.The gunner at that firearm stood,The which he slowly loaded,When, bang!-I know not how it could,But sure the charge exploded!Yes, to that veteran’s surpriseThe gun went off sublimely,And both his busy arms likewiseWent off with it, untimely.Then said that gunner to his mate(He was from Ballyshannon):‘Bedad, the…
As vicious women think all men are knaves,
As reeling drunkards judge the world unsteadyAnd idlers swear employers ne’er get readyThieves that the constable stole all they had,The mad that all except themselves are mad;So, in another’s clear escutcheon shown,Barnes rails at stains reflected from his own;Prates of ‘docility,’ nor feels the darkRing round his neck-the Ralston collar mark.Back, man, to studies interrupted…
GOD dreamed—the suns sprang flaming into place,
He woke—His smile alone illumined space.
Here lies Greer Harrison, a well cracked louse
He joyed in fighting with his eyes (his fistPrudently pendent from a peaceful wrist)And loved to loll on the Parnassian mount,His pen to suck and all his thumbs to count,What poetry he’d written but for lackOf skill, when he had counted, to count back!Alas, no more he’ll climb the sacred steepTo wake the lyre and…
Dim, grim, and silent as a ghost,
To all the stirrings of the nightAlert of ear and sharp of sight.A sudden something-sight or sound,About, above, or underground,He knew not what, nor where-ensued,Thrilling the sleeping solitude.The soldier cried: ‘Halt! Who goes there?’The answer came: ‘Death-in the air.’‘Advance, Death-give the countersign,Or perish if you cross that line!’To change his tone Death thought it wiseReminded…
I should like, good friends, to mention the disaster which befell
Whose fate is full of meaning, if correctly understoodAdmonition to the haughty, consolation to the good.It happened in the hot snap which we recently incurred,When ’twas warm enough to carbonize the feathers of a bird,And men exclaimed: ‘By Hunky!’ who were bad enough to swear,And pious persons supervised their adjectives with care.Mr. Peters was a…