Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes bereft Despite the season gusty. If he be Churl or doughty Knight, A Son of Darkness or of Light No man can tell, God bless him! But be he base or glorious Time puts it wholly up to us To dress him!
Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes… - John Kendrick Bangs
Comes now a smiling New-Born Year To fill to-day with goodly cheer— An infant hale and lusty. Upon our door-sill he is left By Daddy Time, of clothes…
- John Kendrick Bangs
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea! - John Kendrick Bangs
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
The only care That I shall share Shall be the care of others, And on the road I'll halve the load Of overburdened brothers. I rather g… - John Kendrick Bangs
The only care That I shall share Shall be the care of others, And on the road I'll halve the load Of overburdened brothers. I rather g…
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts Along the moonlit way. - John Kendrick Bangs
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts Along the moonlit way.
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured. - John Kendrick Bangs
Pandemonium did not reign; it poured.
Although man is already ninety per cent water, the Prohibitionists are not yet satisfied. - John Kendrick Bangs
Although man is already ninety per cent water, the Prohibitionists are not yet satisfied.
What fools indeed we morals are to lavish care upon a car, with never a bit of time to see about our own machinery! - John Kendrick Bangs
What fools indeed we morals are to lavish care upon a car, with never a bit of time to see about our own machinery!
A nasty day! A nasty day! 'Twas thus I heard a critic say Because the skies were bleak and gray— And yet it somehow seemed to me The day was all that… - John Kendrick Bangs
A nasty day! A nasty day! 'Twas thus I heard a critic say Because the skies were bleak and gray— And yet it somehow seemed to me The day was all that…
I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, A… - John Kendrick Bangs
I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, A…
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