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ACROSTIC aint Alderman Anonymous ballad beautiful Billy brethe Charles Battell Loomis dear Dever bore dibbles Doneraile doth earth Edward Lear eyes F. C. Burnand fair farewell Gelett Burgess Goes the kitchen hear heaven intended an Ode J. K. Stephen Jamie's kitchen clock Knockety-nick lady laugh Lewis Carroll Limerick little babe Little brother living Lodore look Madden to Private maid Mayd merry Milly MINX Mother Carey ne'er never nickety-knock night Nunc o'er Old Line Fence piazza Private McFadden Quoth Echo rhyme for Tipperary rock rolls Roman nose Rose Runic rhyme Say the bells sextant Sez Corporal Madden sighed sing Sister Helen sleep smile sniggles song SONNET soul sweet tear tell thee things Thomas Hood thou tolling TRIOLET trolls for fish Twas twine VILLANELLE W. E. Henley Wan—two WHIMSEYS wind woman
Page 239 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 99 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go...
Page 245 - Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Page 153 - When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world, and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes. In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.
Page 152 - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of strength and health, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.
Page 79 - TWAS in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell ; On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confest.
Page 240 - And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the future how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 152 - ... the deaf, the blind, the lame, the palsied, the living dead in many shapes and forms, to see the closing of that early grave. What was the death it would shut in, to that which still could crawl and creep above it...
Page 241 - And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells— Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamour and the clangour of the bells! Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!