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Stran 9298 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!
Stran 9300 - EIGHTEEN HUNDRED ; — it came and found The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound. Eighteen hundred increased by ten ; " Hahnsum kerridge " they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; — Running as usual ; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then come fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE.
Stran 9381 - They lay along the battery's side, Below the smoking cannon, — Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love, and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang Annie Laurie.
Stran 9382 - Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love, and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie." Voice after voice caught up the song, Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem rich and strong — Their battle-eve confession. Dear girl! Her name he dared not speak; But as the song grew louder, Something upon the Soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder. Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's embers, While...
Stran 9550 - To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn, Where the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn, For a mete and a mark To the...
Stran 9298 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, That a chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out.
Stran 9551 - In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God : Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.
Stran 9682 - Verily I say unto thee, Inasmuch as thou hast done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, thou hast done it unto me.
Stran 9343 - The waters saw Thee, O God, the waters saw Thee, and were afraid : the depths also were troubled. The clouds poured out water, the air thundered : and Thine arrows went abroad. The voice of Thy thunder was heard round about : the lightnings shone upon the ground ; the earth was moved, and shook withal. Thy way is in the sea, and Thy paths in the great waters : and Thy footsteps are not known.