James Russell Lowell

GH old the thought and oft exprest, 'Tis his at last who says it best,
I'll try my fortune with the rest
Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, and then comes night
'Lo, time and space enough...

God makes sech nights, all white an'
Fur 'z you can look or listen,
Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,
All silence an' all glisten

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,
An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;
Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, goodness knows,—To jes this—worldify her Sunday-clo'es;
But the old chist wun't sarve her gran'son's wife,(For, 'th...

Guvener B
is a sensible man;
He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;
He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,

My coachman, in the moonlight there,
Looks through the sidelight of the door;
I hear him with his brethren swear,
As I could do—but only more

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,
Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,
And said: "O Skald, sing now an olden song,
Such as our fathers heard who led great lives;

AY is a pious fraud of the almanac
A ghastly parody of real
Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind;
Or if, o'er-confident, she trust the date,