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Page 377 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Page 242 - The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes.' " "Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?" Alice said, trying to feel interested. "No, you don't understand," the Knight said, looking a little vexed. "That's what the name is called. The name really is 'The Aged Aged Man.' " "Then I ought to have said 'That's what the song is called?
Page 46 - Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch Around him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 216 - We loved each other then, Lorena, More than we ever dared to tell; And what we might have been, Lorena, Had but our loving prospered well!
Page 219 - O bury me not on the lone prairie." These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day.
Page 218 - And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling, . A maverick, unbranded on high, And get cut in the bunch with the "rustics" When the Boss of the Riders goes by.
Page 218 - Last night as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the sky, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by.
Page 221 - I have seen the fruits of rambling, I know its hardships well; I have crossed the Rocky Mountains, rode down the streets of hell; I have been in the great southwest where the wild Apaches roam, And I tell you from experience you had better stay at home.
Page 181 - Where the jimson weed and sand-burrs grow; Now we'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla Till you are ready for the trail to Idaho. Oh, you'll be soup for Uncle Sam's Injuns; "It's beef, heap beef,