Poems

At Cheyenne

At Cheyenne Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of his hat-brim could nowhere […]

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At play

At play Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner here, Just as we […]

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At the door

At the door I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My parent ear […]

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BÉranger’s

BÉranger’s Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one; For years I’ve brushed thee every day– Could Socrates have […]

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BÉranger’s

BÉranger’s Misery is my lot, Poverty and pain; Ill was I begot, Ill must I remain; Yet the wretched days One sweet comfort bring, When God […]

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Ben apfelgarten

Ben apfelgarten There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he was very fortunate in […]

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