He took a tavern-bed that night; A week passed on; and next we find To that sequestered village called From thence he went to Absequoit, Dog Hollow, in the Green Mount State, By easy stages then he went And Scrabble Hollow, by the way, Did come within his ken. Then via Nine Holes and Goose Green He travelled through the State; And to Virginia, finally, Was guided by his fate. Within the Old Dominion's bounds At Pole Cat, too, he spent a week, Then, with his carpet-bag in hand, From thence, into Negationburg His route of travel lay; Which having gained, he left the State, And took a southward way. North Carolina's friendly soil Morn found him on the road again, At Bull's Tail, and Lick Lizard too, The country all about Pinch Gut That the beholder thought it like But the plantations near Burnt Coat And made the wondering tourist feel At Tear Shirt, too, the scenery With Snatch It in the distance far, And Purgatory near. But, spite of all these pleasant scenes, That home is brightest, after all, And travel is a bore. So back he went to Maine, straightway; A little wife he took; And now is making nutmegs at Moosehicmagunticook. A modest love of praise I do not blame A man, in many a country town, we know A poore widow, somedeal stope in age A shifting knave about the town A spending hand that alway poureth out A Tailor, a man of an upright dealing Alas! how dismal is my tale All the Bard's rhymes, and all his inks An oaken broken elbow-chair As Bathian Venus t'other day As he that makes his mark is understood As I went to the wake that is held on the green . As some raw youth in country bred PAGE 156 231 123 190 212 85 232 124 103 185 299 255 12 97 44 77 350 352 189 26 157 206 124 409 365 166 269 344 362 343 81 275 402 440 210 Come, a brimmer, my bullies, drink whole ones or nothing Come, lasses and lads, take leave of your dads 146 Cooper, whose name is with his country's woven. 354 417 402 203 298 467 Here, for the nonce. Dear friend, since I am now at leisure Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold Do what you come for, captain, with your news Fair Doris, break thy glass; it hath perplexed Fathers of wisdom, a poor wight befriend. For a man that is almost blind Freeborn Pindaric never does refuse Friar Bacon walks again From an extempore prayer and a godly ditty Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work Happy the man who, void of cares and strife Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land Home of the Percy's high-born race 419 How fond are men of rule and place 186 I asked of my dear friend orator Prig 299 I breathe, sweet Ghib, the temperate air of Wrest I marched three miles through scorching sand reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James I went from England into France Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band Margarita first possessed May the Babylonish curse Most gracious and omnipotent Must then my crimes become thy scandal too My brother Jack was nine in May. My days pass pleasantly away My passion is as mustard strong Nature and Fortune, blithe and gay 130 408 138 169 152 136 132 329 126 349 332 195 407 163 Now hardly here and there an hackney-coach Now thou hast loved me one whole day. O fair maid of Passage 390 80 307 O thou whose all-consoling power 271 252 Oh! be the day accurst that gave me birth 314 Oh how my lungs do tickle! ha ha ha! 86 Oh what a pain is love 403 Old Nick, who taught the village school One day, it matters not to know 423 209 327 349 460 44 125 Rebellion hath broken up house Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then Peter, like famed Christina, queen of Sweden Rhyme, the rack of finest wits See who ne'er was nor will be half read 195 : : 434 |