Poems

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James R. Osgood, 1871 - American poetry - 263 pages
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Page 81 - To the alleys and lanes, where Misfortune and Guilt Their children have gathered, their city have built ; Where Hunger and Vice, like twin beasts of prey, Have hunted their victims to gloom and despair ; Raise the rich, dainty dress, and the fine...
Page 68 - Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls; Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in; Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in; Dresses in which to do nothing at all; Dresses for winter, spring, summer, and fall; All of them different in color and shape, Silk, muslin, and lace, velvet, satin, and crape, Brocade and broadcloth, and other material, Quite as expensive and much more ethereal...
Page 79 - And all as to style most recherche and rare, The want of which leaves her with nothing to wear, And renders her life so drear and dyspeptic That she's quite a recluse, and almost a sceptic, For she touchingly says that this sort of grief Cannot find in Religion the slightest relief, And Philosophy has not a maxim to spare For the victims of such overwhelming despair.
Page 75 - I've nothing to wear, And it's perfectly plain you not only don't care, But you do not believe me" (here the nose went still higher): "I suppose, if you dared, you would call me a liar. Our engagement is ended, sir — yes, on the spot; You're a brute, and a monster, and — I don't know what.
Page 75 - OUT something, perhaps rather rash, Quite innocent though ; but, to use an expression More striking than classic, it ' settled my hash,' And proved very soon the last act of our session. ' Fiddlesticks is it, Sir ? I wonder the ceiling Doesn't fall down and crush you ;— oh, you men have no feeling, You selfish, unnatural, illiberal creatures, Who set yourselves up as patterns and preachers : Your silly...
Page 67 - Spent six consecutive weeks, without stopping, In one continuous round of shopping, — Shopping alone, and shopping together, At all hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather, For all manner of things...
Page 71 - So we were engaged. Our troth had been plighted, Not by moonbeam or starbeam, by fountain or grove, But in a front parlor, most brilliantly lighted, Beneath the gas-fixtures, we whispered our love. Without any romance, or raptures, or sighs, Without any tears in Miss Flora's blue eyes, Or blushes, or transports, or such silly actions, It was one of the quietest business transactions, With a very small sprinkling of sentiment, if any, And a very large diamond imported by Tiffany. On her virginal lips...
Page 72 - The fair Flora looked up, with a pitiful air, And answered quite promptly, "Why, Harry, mon cher, I should like above all things to go with you there, But really and truly — I've nothing to wear.
Page 76 - I mildly suggested the words — Hottentot, Pickpocket, and cannibal, Tartar, and thief, As gentle expletives which might give relief ; But this only proved as spark to the powder, And the storm I had raised came faster and louder : It blew and it...
Page 78 - Still another, whose tortures have been most terrific Ever since the sad loss of the steamer Pacific, In which were engulfed, not friend or relation (For whose fate she perhaps might have found consolation, Or borne it, at least, with serene resignation), But the choicest assortment of French sleeves and collars Ever sent out from Paris, worth thousands of dollars, And all as to style most recherche...

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