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Censor Literarum
So, Parson Stebbins, you've released your chinTo say that here, and here, we press-folk ail.'Tis a great thing an editor to skinAnd hang his faulty..
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Carmelite
As Death was a-riding out one day,Across Mount Carmel he took his way,Where he met a mendicant monk,Some three or four quarters drunk,With a holy..
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California
Why should he not have been allowedTo thread with peaceful feet the crowdWhich filled that Christian street?The Decalogue he had observed,From Faith..
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Cain
Lord, shed thy light upon his desert path,And gild his branded brow, that no man spillHis forfeit life to balk thy holy willThat spares him for the..
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By False Pretenses
John S. Hittell, whose sovereign genius wieldsThe quill his tributary body yields;The author of an opera-that is,All but the music and libretto's..
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By A Defeated Litigant
Liars for witnesses; for lawyers brutesWho lose their tempers to retrieve their suits;Cowards for jurors; and for judge a clownWho ne'er took up the..
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Business
Two villains of the highest rankSet out one night to rob a bank.They found the building, looked it o'er,Each window noted, tried each door,Scanned..
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Borrowed Brains
Writer folk across the bayTake the pains to see and sayAll their upward palms in air:'Joaquin Miller's cut his hair!'Hasten, hasten, writer folkIn..
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'Black Bart, Po8'
Welcome, good friend; as you have served your term,And found the joy of crime to be a fiction,I hope you'll hold your present faith, stand firmAnd..
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Bimetalism
Ben Bulger was a silver man,Though not a mine had he:He thought it were a noble planTo make the coinage free.'There hain't for years been sech a..
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Bereavement
A Countess (so they tell the tale)Who dwelt of old in Arno's vale,Where ladies, even of high degree,Know more of love than of A.B.C,Came once with a..
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Beecher
So, Beecher's dead. His was a great soul, tooGreat as a giant organ is, whose reedsHold in them all the souls of all the creedsThat man has ever..
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Bats In Sunshine
Well, Mr. Kemble, you are called, I think,A great divine, and I'm a great profane.You as a Congregationalist blinkSome certain truths that I esteem a..
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Azrael
The moon in the field of the keel-plowed mainWas watching the growing tide:A luminous peasant was driving his wain,And he offered my soul a ride.But..
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Authority
'Authority, authority!' they shoutWhose minds, not large enough to hold a doubt,Some chance opinion ever entertain,By dogma billeted upon their..
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At The 'National Encampment'
You 're grayer than one would have thought you:The climate you have over thereIn the East has apparently brought youDisorders affecting the..
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At The Eleventh Hour
As through the blue expanse he skimsOn joyous wings, the lateFrank Hutchings overtakes Miss Sims,Both bound for Heaven's high gate.In life they loved..
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At The Close Of The Canvass
'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warningHe..
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At Anchor
The soft asphaltum in the sun;Betrays a tendency to run;Whereas the dog that takes his wayAcross its course concludes to stay.
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Aspiration
Lo! the wild rabbit, happy in the prideOf qualities to meaner beasts denied,Surveys the ass with reverence and fear,Adoring his superior length of..
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Aspirants Three
DRAMATIS PERSONAE._QUICK_:DE YOUNG _a Brother to Mushrooms__DEAD_:SWIFT _an Heirloom_ESTEE _a Relic__IMMORTALS_:THE SPIRIT OF BROKEN HOPES. THE..
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Arthur Mcewen
Posterity with all its eyesWill come and view him where he lies.Then, turning from the scene awayWith a concerted shrug, will say:'H'm, Scarabaeus..
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Art
For Gladstone's portrait five thousand poundsWere paid, 't is said, to Sir John Millais.I cannot help thinking that such fine payTranscended reason's..
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Arma Virumque
'Ours is a Christian Army'; so he saidA regiment of bangomen who led.'And ours a Christian Navy,' added heWho sailed a thunder-junk upon the..
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Arboriculture
You may say they won't grow, and say they'll decaySay it again till you're sick of the say,Get up on your ear, blow your blaring bazooAnd hire a hall..
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