Immortalia: An Anthology of American Ballads, Sailors' Songs, Cowboy Songs, College Songs, Parodies, Limericks, and Other Humorous Verses and Doggerel Now for the First Time Brought Together in Book Form

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Privately printed, 1927 - Ballads, American - 184 pages

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Page 47 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Page 89 - Mary had a little lamb ; Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go.
Page 95 - Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast, — A wish that she hardly dared to own, For something better...
Page 9 - Till all at once I seemed to be Afloat in seas of brine. Sabean odors clogged the air, And filled my soul with dread, Yet I could only grin and bear When Willie wet the bed.
Page 55 - Jacob Kaime, who had taken the name Of Yukon Jake, the Killer, Would rake the dive with his forty-five Till the atmosphere grew chiller. With a sharp command he'd make 'em stand And deliver their hard-earned dust, Then drink the bar dry of rum and rye, As a Klondike bully must. Without coming to blows he would tweak the nose Of Dangerous Dan McGrew And becoming bolder, throw over his shoulder The Lady that's known as Lou. Oh, tough as steak was Yukon Jake — Hardboiled as a picnic egg.
Page 5 - Behind the house and barn it stood, a half mile or more, And hurrying feet a path had made, straight to its swinging door. Its architecture was a type of simple classic art, But in the tragedy of life it played a leading part. And oft the passing traveler drove slow, and heaved a sigh, To see the modest hired girl slip out with glances shy.
Page 6 - go out back" and make his morning call. We'd bundle up the dear old man with a muffler and a shawl. I knew the hole on which he sat — 'twas padded all around And once I dared to sit there — 'twas all too wide I found. My loins were all too little, and I jack-knifed there to stay; They had to come and get me out, or I'd have passed away. Then father said ambition was a thing that boys should shun. And I just use the children's hole 'till childhood days are done.
Page 80 - Over every single beauty You have had your little rapture; You have slain, as was your duty, Every sin-mouse you could capture. Still you are not satisfied, Still you tremble faint reproach; Challenge me I keep aside Secrets that you may not broach. Maybe yes, and maybe no, Maybe there are secret places, Altars barbarous below, Elsewhere halls of high disgraces.
Page 53 - A FOOL there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I !) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I...
Page 5 - I must not tell you where. Then father took a flaming pole — that was a happy day — He nearly burned the building up, but the hornets left to stay. When summer bloom began to fade and winter to carouse We banked the little building with a heap of hemlock boughs. But when the crust was on the snow and the sullen skies were gray, In sooth the building was no place where one could wish to stay.

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