Daily Archives: April 17, 2017

Poem – Jane And Eliza

There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain; One’s name was Eliza, the other’s was Jane: They were both of one height, as I’ve heard people say, They were both of one age, I believe, to a day. ‘Twas … Continue reading

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Poem – Meddlesome Matty

One ugly trick has often spoil’d The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess’d, Which, like a cloud before the skies, Hid all her better qualities. Sometimes she’d lift the tea-pot lid, To peep … Continue reading

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Poem – Little Girls Must Not Fret

WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry? Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye: There–lay down your head on my bosom–that’s right, And now tell mamma what’s the matter to-night. What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired … Continue reading

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Poem – The Lost Drink

I had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda … Continue reading

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Poem – Our Mat

It came from the prison this morning, Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; It lies the hall doorway adorning, A very good style of a mat. Prison-made! how the spirit is moven As we think of its story of dread — What … Continue reading

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Poem – Driver Smith

Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of it all the night — “Well, if the battery’s left behind, I’ll go to the war,” says … Continue reading

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Poem – Hard Luck

I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout — A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured this story out. “You see,” he said, “there came a swell To Kensington today, And, if I picked the winners … Continue reading

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