Short Poems

" 'I M sitting on this tile, Mary, "
He said, in accents sad,
Removing from the rocking - chair
The best silk hat he had;
And while he viewed the shapeless mass,
That erst was trim and neat,
He murmured, " Would it had been felt
Before I took my seat! "

THE humming of the bees,
Wafted on the scented breeze,
And the robin's tender notes are very fine;
But sweeter, far, to me
Than the humming of the bee
Is the melting tender loin' of the kine.

SAYS the Captain to Pat,
" Come, I'll have none o' that! "
As Paddy of whiskey was drinking his fill.
With a satisfied sigh,
As he finished the " rye, "
Says Paddy, " Be Jabers, I don't think ye will! "

Shut up ye Gods the gates of Heaven above,
And do thou keep thy heavenly Castle Jove
Now sea and Land are subject unto Rome ;
Only to Heaven they've yet a path to come.

Wilt thou, at thy mirror smiling, place
On a neck so light so grave a toy,
Think that nought so well the wife can grace
As when wedded wife brings husband joy.

Geneva bears the Eagle and the Key;
The Empire's this, and that the Papacy
If th'Emperour's Eagle, and the Pope agen
Resume his Key, where is thy Empire then?

I that ere while of waters was afraid,
For lack of waters, am by fire destroy'd.
You waves, whom late I curst, I now implore,
Then I'd too much, and now I long for more.

Unhappy ship, that must by flames expire,
And having scap'd by waters, fall by fire!
The Stepdame Sea hath safely landed Thee;
Thy mother Earth's more treacherous then she.

Oben, wo die Sterne glühen,
Müssen uns die Freuden blühen,
Die uns unten sind versagt;
In des Todes kalten Armen
Kann das Leben erst erwarmen,
Und das Licht der Nacht enttagt.

Peter of the North ( to Paul of the South ). " Paul, you unaccountable scoundrel, I find you hire your servants for life, not by the month or year as I do! You are going straight to Hell, you — ! "
Paul. " Good words, Peter! The risk is my own; I am willing to take the risk. Hire you your servants by the month or the day, and get straight to Heaven; leave me to my own method. "
Peter. " No, I won't. I will beat your brains out first! " ( And is trying dreadfully ever since, but cannot yet manage it )