FOR THE CHARMING MISS I. F.'S ALBUM Nor could the mighty cyclone's wrath, Uproots whole forests, mows the grain, And if a Herr Professor came And other tunes from foreign lands If-ah, that "if" stands in the way, For him who would not wail “boo-Lo If you loved me as October 16, 1895. I love you! 541 INDEX TO FIRST LINES PAGE A beggar-man crept to my side A bingo bird once nestled her nest A Boston gentleman declares A bottle-tree bloometh in Winkyway land- A century or so ago. A child was singing at his play- A Dibdin properly displayed A dying mother gave to you A flimflam flopped from a fillamaloo A fool, when plagued by fleas by night A little bit of a woman came A little boy named Thomas ate A little boy whose name was Tim A little peach in the orchard grew A moonbeam floateth from the skies A poet, crazed by Mammon, hung 453 324 479 290 493 417 487 1 329 509 60 456 332 30 254 438 A sorry life, forsooth, these wretched girls are undergoing 399 A sunbeam comes a-creeping 281 A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there Afore we went to Denver we had heerd the Tabor Grand And when at last, with priestly pray'r Any color, so long as it's red. As beats the sun from mountain crest As I am sitting in the sun upon the porch to-day As I was going to Bethlehem-town As on my roving way I go . . Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith Ba-ba, baby sheep Bambino in his cradle slept PAGE 141 116 532 446 539 18 526 142 319 266 Bill was short and dapper, while I was thin and tall Blithe was the youth that summer day. Boy, I detest the Persian pomp "Bring me a tiny mouse's skin" Can I forget that winter night. 110 83 354 455 468 233 460 Chloe, you shun me like a hind 380 Chloris, my friend, I pray you your misconduct to forswear Come, Harvey, let us sit awhile and talk about the times 252 Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing- Dear Palmer, just a year ago we did the Carlsbad cure INDEX TO FIRST LINES Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion. Eros is the god of love Every evening, after tea. 545 PAGE 185 504 421 227 Fisherman Jim lived on the hill Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know From Hanover to Leipzig is but a little way. 259 471 319 273 429 313 101 132 490 440 108 322 508 28 361 457 336 308 45 Good editor Dana-God bless him, we say 146 Good old days-dear old days 188 Good-by, old stamp; it's nasty luck 448 Grieve not, my Albius, if thoughts of Glycera may haunt you 363 Grim is the face that looks into the night. 411 Happy the man that, when his day is done Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? Have you ever heard the wind go "Yo0000"? His listening soul hears no echo of battle His was the sword that from its scabbard leapt Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin' doo? Holly standeth in ye house How calm, how beauteous and how cool- How cool and fair this cellar where How fair you are, my mother! How happens it, my cruel miss 186 215 270 462 326 229 489 240 85 416 418 63 381 476 How trifling shall these gifts appear 142 222 Hush, little one, and fold your hands- 264 How infamous that men should raise |