A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE COLORADO SPRINGS BELLE. |
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THE COLORADO SPRINGS BELLE.
In Colorado Springs did dwell
Once on a time a dashing belle,
Whose name was Hannah Hunniwell,
A blooming, buxom lass was she,
And she was sweet as sweet could be,
So all the fellows did agree;
But Hannah Hunniwell was vain,
That fact, alas! was all too plain,
For Hannah laid uncommon stress
Upon the vanity of dress—
A weakness of her sex, we guess.
She had a lovely sealskin sacque
That often graced her comely back,
And sealed her doom at last, alack!
For when the wintry winds did blow,
Prognosticating ice and snow,
Unto her trunk did Hannah go
And straight she hauled the sealskin out,
And with premonitory flout,
She put the noisome moths to rout.
Once on a time a dashing belle,
Whose name was Hannah Hunniwell,
A blooming, buxom lass was she,
And she was sweet as sweet could be,
So all the fellows did agree;
But Hannah Hunniwell was vain,
That fact, alas! was all too plain,
For Hannah laid uncommon stress
Upon the vanity of dress—
A weakness of her sex, we guess.
She had a lovely sealskin sacque
That often graced her comely back,
And sealed her doom at last, alack!
For when the wintry winds did blow,
Prognosticating ice and snow,
Unto her trunk did Hannah go
And straight she hauled the sealskin out,
And with premonitory flout,
She put the noisome moths to rout.
“Now blow, ye winds,” quoth Hannah gay,
“So long as in my sacque I may
Go gallivanting all the day!”
“So long as in my sacque I may
Go gallivanting all the day!”
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Alas, the poor, misguided child!
The sun appeared, the tempest wild
Was lulled into a zephyr mild,
Then Hannah waxed uncommon pale
And wailed a great and grievous wail
To see her pet ambition fail.
Much to her family's dismay,
She stayed at home day after day,
And as she stayed, she pined away,
And still the weather milder grew,
The gentle south wind balmy blew,
And warmed the people through and through;
And while all other folks were glad,
Poor Hannah Hunniwell was sad,
Or what was sadder yet, was mad,
And so one calm, soft eventide,
She pressed her sealskin to her side,
And with a hollow sob, she died!
The sun appeared, the tempest wild
Was lulled into a zephyr mild,
Then Hannah waxed uncommon pale
And wailed a great and grievous wail
To see her pet ambition fail.
Much to her family's dismay,
She stayed at home day after day,
And as she stayed, she pined away,
And still the weather milder grew,
The gentle south wind balmy blew,
And warmed the people through and through;
And while all other folks were glad,
Poor Hannah Hunniwell was sad,
Or what was sadder yet, was mad,
And so one calm, soft eventide,
She pressed her sealskin to her side,
And with a hollow sob, she died!
The chattering gossips love to tell
The fate of that vain foolish belle.
Who loved her sealskin sacque too well.
The fate of that vain foolish belle.
Who loved her sealskin sacque too well.
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