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Lines in Pleasant Places

Rhythmics of many moods and quantities. Wise and otherwise

Shillaber, B. P. (1814-1890)

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OCCASIONAL PIECES.

THE MOUND-BUILDERS.

TWENTY YEARS LATER.

JUBILEE RHYMES.

MODERN CHIVALRY.

THE PREUX CHEVALIER.

PRESS AND PRESS-PEOPLE.

AN OLD TEA-PARTY.

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO.

AQUEOUS INSPIRATION.

A RHYME OF FIVE-AND-TWENTY YEARS.

CONTRASTS AND SIMILITUDES.

AFTER-DINNER EFFORT.

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THE SIXTH AT BALTIMORE.

THE WAY WE WENT TO BEAUFORT.

GRIERSON'S RAID.

“POOR BOY!”

THE OLD WAR-SHIP.

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FRIENDLY PERSONALITIES.

TO JAMES T. FIELDS.

THE GOLDEN WEDDING.

CONGRATULATORY.

TRIBUTARY VERSES,

DR. HAYES.

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WHAT MAN DON'T KNOW.

DEBILITY OF THE HEART.

BUT: A TRUTH IN HINDOSTAN.

IL REUMATICO TO HIS PIPE.

THANKSGIVING TIME.

AFFECTION'S TRIBUTE.

THE OLD SEXTON.

THE OLD BROMFIELD HOUSE.

THE CHURCH BELL.

A PUSH FOR FREEDOM.

MILES O'REILLY.

THE LOVE OF THE OLD.

HERE AND YONDER.

HOW WEARING IT IS!

THE REASON WHY.

THE PERFIDIOUS MILLER.

THE OLD-TIME APPLE-BEE.

A WORK-DAY LYRIC.

DREAMING AND WAKING.

CHRISTMAS TOKEN.

SABBATH-DAY REFLECTIONS.

THE PEBBLE ON THE SHORE.

MUSIC OF THE FLAIL.

THE ISLAND DEFENDERS.

CHILDISH VESPERS.

THE SEWING-CIRCLE.

THE CORNER POLICEMAN.

THE OLD STAGE-COACH.

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UNCONSIDERED TRIFLES.

[There was a fire the other day]

[In the crowded street we found him]

[Yon clock—the Dutchman in the window there]

[A blue coat!—ah, my country's uniform!]

[The wind went howling round the town]

[O, this dismal influenza!]

[I saw an organ grinder in the street]

[As I along the street did go]

[Conductor Gilmore lay in sleep]

[How dull it is! and so are we]

[If you wish to know what you should do]

[Mrs. Ben Blifkins (may she ne'er grow less)]

[O glorious Fourth! how patriotism fires]

ON A BUTCHER'S LETTER.

[Suppose the spear of grass should say]

[My friend had on a coat quite seedy]

[When June's hot sun pours down in fervid beams]

[All the day, all the day]

[Little troubles are by these defined]

[A princess marries! Lord, the fuss they make!]

[I wrote within an album once sweet things]

[Of all the features humanly appearing]

[Hogarth affirmed the line of beauty lay]

[There is a picture, pinned against my wall]

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DR. HAYES.

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[On his departure for the Hyperborean Regions.]

Undoubtedly great revelations wait
The search of our indomitable Hayes,
Who boldly knocketh at the Boreal gate,
Ne'er half unfolded to explorer's gaze.
Perhaps 'twill be his enviable fate
To find what makes the borealis blaze,
See the big hole about which Symmes did prate,
That oped its ponderous jaws up thereaways,
Discover and annex another state
That he may govern some of these odd days,
Know if the pole be tall and very straight
About which people long have felt a craze;—
An ice-king he, about whose regal pate
Shall twine the wreath of many Arctic bays.

Note.—The prophecy and hope expressed in the above sonnet were as nearly verified as could, or perhaps ever can be, and the bold determination, endurance, and pluck of the explorer won for him an exalted place among the brave spirits who have dared the same perils that he encountered.