One day as I was sitting still
Upon the side of Dunwich hill,
And looking on the ocean,
By chance I saw De Ruyter's fleet
With royal James's squadron meet;
In sooth, it was a noble-treat
To see that brave commotion.

I cannot stay to name the names
Of all the ships that fought with James,
Their number or their tonnage;
But this I say, the noble host
Right gallantly did take its post,
And covered all the hollow coast
From Walberswyck to Dunwich.

The French, who should have joined the Duke,

One boy alone in all the world for me,
Yea, only one my loving eyes can see
And he, Myiscus, I love constantly.

In all the other youths no charms I find,
He is my all, to others I am blind;
Then can it be my eyes, with love afire,
Can flatter him who is my soul's desire.

One ask'd me where the Roses grew?
I bade him not goe seek;
But forthwith bade my Julia shew
A bud in either cheek.

One arm circles my neck
another my limbs
another and then another

I feel these black arms
sucking at my veins
draining the life from my body
Where's my hand?
The knife I held?
Once I had thousands of hands
thousands of knives!

With my own hands
I can cut off my arms
here I am armless
wrapped in black arms

I feel those black arms choking me
the beast's hideous eye staring at me
in his greed seeing my death
when he draws me toward his jaws
and rends me

Suddenly a knife sprouted from my forehead

(one!)
the wisti-twisti barber
-pole is climbing

people high, up-in

tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
a:whispering drunkard passes

Once--but no matter when--
There lived--no matter where--
A man, whose name--but then
I need not that declare.

He--well, he had been born,
And so he was alive;
His age--I details scorn--
Was somethingty and five.

He lived--how many years
I truly can't decide;
But this one fact appears:
He lived--until he died.

"He died," I have averred,
But cannot prove 'twas so,
But that he was interred,
At any rate, I know.

I fancy he'd a son,
I hear he had a wife:
Perhaps he'd more than one,

Once there was a little Kitty
Whiter than snow;
In a barn she used to frolic,
Long time ago.

In the barn a little mousie
Ran to and fro;
For she heard the Kitty coming,
Long time ago.

Two eyes had little Kitty,
Black as a sloe;
And they spied the little mousie,
Long time ago.

Four paws had little Kitty,
Paws soft as dough,
And they caught the little mousie,
Long time ago.

Nine teeth had little Kitty,
All in a row;
And they bit the little mousie,
Long time ago.

1. Once there lived side by side, two little maids, Used to dress just alike,
hair down in braids, . . . . . Blue ging'am pinafores, stockings of red,
Little sun bonnets tied on each pretty head. When school was over
secrets they'd tell, Whispering arm in arm, down by the well, . . . . One day a
quarrel came, hot tears were shed: “You can't play in our yard,” But the other said:
2. Next day two little maids each other miss, Quarrels are soon made up,
sealed with a kiss, . . . . . . . Then hand in hand again, happy they go,

Once the orioles sang in chorus,
Once the skies were a cloudless blue.
Spring bore blossoms expressly for us,
Stars lined up to spell " Y-O-U. "
All the world wore a golden hue,
Life was a thing to be bold and gay at;
Love was the only game I knew,
And love is a game that two can play at.

Now the heavens are scowling o'er us,
Now the blossoms are pale and few.
Love was a rose with thorns that tore us,
Love was a ship without a crew.
Love is untender, and love is untrue,
Love is a moon for a dog to bay at,

Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.

Once (says an Author, where, I need not say)
Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way;
Both fierce, both hungry, the dispute grew strong,
While Scale in hand Dame Justice past along.
Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws,
Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause.
Dame Justice , weighing long the doubtful Right,
Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight.
The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well,
There, take (says Justice ) take ye each a Shell .