"They love their land because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his Majesty."

"Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise."

"This bank-note world."

"Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined,— The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind."

"Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings."

"Strike—for your altars and your fires! Strike—for the green graves of your sires! God, and your native land!"

"Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother’s, when she feels For the first time her first-born’s breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke! Come in consumption’s ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm! Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine! And thou art terrible!—the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet’s word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be."

"One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die."

"Rally round the flag, boys— Give it to the breeze! That's the banner that we bore On the land and seas. Brave hearts are under it, Let the traitors brag, Gallant lads, fire away! And fight for the flag. Their flag is but a rag— Ours is the true one; Up with the Stars and Stripes! with the new one! Let our colors fly, boys— Guard them day and night; For victory is liberty, And God will bless the right."

"When Freedom from her mountain-heights Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light.Flag of the free heart’s hope and home! By angel hands to valour given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe, but falls before us, With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom’s banner streaming o'er us?"

"Is n’t God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land?"

""I’m an owl; you’re another. Sir Critic, good day." And the barber kept on shaving."

"Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!"

"The skipper stormed and tore his hair, Hauled on his boots and roared at Marden— "Nantucket's sunk and here we are Right over old Marm Hackett’s garden!""

"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem; "To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

"He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly."

"But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight — "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!""

"The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads."

"Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch, The owl very gravely got down from his perch, Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic (Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic."

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, — not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there."

"Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!"

"O give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall !"

"From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound,— A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees and ground. The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo."

"I am a woman—therefore I may not Call to him, cry to him, Fly to him, Bid him delay not."

"O white and midnight sky, O starry bath, Wash me in thy pure, heavenly crystal flood: Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath— Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood!"

"Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way That leads from darkness to the perfect day!"

"The Smile of her I love is like the dawn Whose touch makes Memnon sing: O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows— The barren desert blossoms as the rose!"

"Not from the whole wide world I chose thee— Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea! The wide, wide world could not inclose thee, For thou art the whole wide world to me."

"Heaven from the hopeless doubter The true believer makes: Against the darkness outer The light God's likeness takes."

"Oh, the Brown Missouri Mule has a copper-plated throat, And the welkin splits apart when he hits an upper note."

"Lightly we follow our cue, Exit, pursued by a bear."

"Thus have I sorrowed, Learning to my cost That a book that's borrowed Is a book that's lost!"

"My sword is Strength, my spear is Song; With these upon a stubborn field I challenge Falsehood, Fear and Wrong; But Laughter is my shield."

"I breathed a song into the air; That little song of beauty rare Is flying still, for all I know, Around the world by Radio."

"I love her doubting and anguish; I love the love she withholds; I love my love that loveth her And anew her being moulds."

"Then up he rose, and forth they went Away from battleground, fortress, tent, Mountain, wilderness, field and farm, Death and the General, arm in arm. Death and General Putnam."

"Drab is the town as a shawl-hooded crone, And dreary and cold with a chill all its own. You ask them for bread and they give you a scone, In Glasgow."

"The finest thing in London is the Bobby; Benignant information is his hobby."

"Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?— That anxious railway-guide unraveler Who spends his nights in berths and bunks, His days in chaperoning trunks; Who stands in line at gates and wickets To spend his means on costly tickets To Irkutsk, Liverpool and Yap And other dots upon the map."

"For Education is, Making Men; So is it now, so was it when Mark Hopkins sat on one end of a log And James Garfield sat on the other."

"Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked in!"

"Hail Guest! We ask not what thou art: If Friend, we greet thee, hand and heart; If Stranger, such no longer be; If Foe, our love shall conquer thee."

"He stood with his muzzle thrust out through the door The whole forty days of that terrible pour! Because of which drenching, the Sages unfold, The Nose of a Healthy Dog always is Cold."

"Bless the four comers of this house, And be the lintel blest; And bless the hearth and bless the board And bless each place of rest."

"It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers (Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest). Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers (Of course Some People like the city best)!"

"The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!"

"The three-toed tree-toad Sings his sweet ode To the moon; The funny bunny And his honey Trip in tune."

"They earned a name that lives in song, Those woodsmen stout and plucky Whose hair and rifles both were long— The Hunters of Kentucky."

"The Fawns don't dine When a Wolf's about, And the Porcupine Puts his quill points out."