text
stringlengths 24
179
|
---|
one of the sailors led me to the afterdeck where i stood in the presence of a smart looking officer who extended his hand to me |
in person welcome aboard professor your cabin is waiting for you |
i was well satisfied with my cabin which was located in the stern and opened into the officers mess |
the wharves of brooklyn and every part of new york bordering the east river were crowded with curiosity seekers |
departing from five hundred thousand throats three cheers burst forth in succession |
then he rushed down stairs into the courtyard shouting loudly for his soldiers and threatening to patch everybody in his dominions if the sailorman was not recaptured |
hold him fast my men and as soon as i've had my coffee and oatmeal i'll take him to the room of the great knife and patch him |
i wouldn't mind a cup o coffee myself said cap'n bill i've had consid'ble exercise this mornin and i'm all ready for breakfas |
but cap'n bill made no such attempt knowing it would be useless |
as soon as they entered the room of the great knife the boolooroo gave a yell of disappointment |
the room of the great knife was high and big and around it ran rows of benches for the spectators to sit upon |
therefore her majesty paid no attention to anyone and no one paid any attention to her |
rich jewels of blue stones glittered upon their persons and the royal ladies were fully as gorgeous as they were haughty and overbearing |
why you said to fetch the first living creature we met and that was this billygoat replied the captain panting hard as he held fast to one of the goat's horns |
the idea of patching cap'n bill to a goat was vastly amusing to him and the more he thought of it the more he roared with laughter |
at once the goat gave a leap escaped from the soldiers and with bowed head rushed upon the boolooroo |
the goat's warlike spirit was roused by this successful attack |
i couldn't shiver much bein bound so tight but when i'm loose i mean to have jus one good shiver to relieve my feelin's |
come and get the boolooroo she said going toward the benches |
then they all marched out a little way into the fields and found that the army of pinkies had already formed and was advancing steadily toward them |
when the blueskins saw ghip ghisizzle they raised another great shout for he was the favorite of the soldiers and very popular with all the people |
now then let's enter the city an enjoy the grand feast that's being cooked i'm nearly starved myself for this conquerin kingdoms is hard work |
then she gave rosalie back her magic ring thanking the kind witch for all she had done for them |
i'll gladly do that promised the new boolooroo and i'll feed the honorable goat all the shavings and leather and tin cans he can eat besides the grass |
scuse me said trot i neglected to tell you that you're not the boolooroo any more |
i'll not be wicked any more sighed the old boolooroo i'll reform |
as a private citizen i shall be a model of deportment because it would be dangerous to be otherwise |
so ghip ghisizzle ordered the captain to take a file of soldiers and escort the raving beauties to their new home |
that evening trot gave a grand ball in the palace to which the most important of the pinkies and the blueskins were invited |
the combined bands of both the countries played the music and a fine supper was served |
while the old gold and the marble stays forever gleaming its soft strong blaze calm in the early evening glow |
it is my heart hung in the sky and no clouds ever float between the grave flowers and my heart on high |
over the track lined city street the young men the grinning men pass |
old dances are simplified of their yearning bleached by time |
through the black night rain he sang to her window bars |
that was but rustling of dripping plants in the dark |
like the doves voice like transient day like music in the air ah |
and gentle sleep the sleep of death and gently hear the voice of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time |
why should the mistress of the vales of har utter a sigh |
she ceasd and smild in tears then sat down in her silver shrine |
and why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air |
descend o little cloud and hover before the eyes of thel |
i pass away yet i complain and no one hears my voice |
the cloud then shewd his golden head and his bright form emerg'd |
and fearest thou because i vanish and am seen no more |
till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part but walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers |
come forth worm and the silent valley to thy pensive queen |
the helpless worm arose and sat upon the lillys leaf and the bright cloud saild on to find his partner in the vale |
i see they lay helpless and naked weeping and none to answer none to cherish thee with mothers smiles |
and says thou mother of my children i have loved thee and i have given thee a crown that none can take away |
and lay me down in thy cold bed and leave my shining lot |
or an eye of gifts and graces showring fruits and coined gold |
why an ear a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in |
i did not wrong myself so but i placed a wrong on thee |
when called before i told how hastily i dropped my flowers or brake off from a game |
alas i have grieved so i am hard to love |
open thy heart wide and fold within the wet wings of thy dove |
could it mean to last a love set pendulous between sorrow and sorrow |
and though i have grown serene and strong since then i think that god has willed a still renewable fear |
if he to keep one oath must lose one joy by his life's star foretold |
slow to world greetings quick with its o list when the angels speak |
a ring of amethyst i could not wear here plainer to my sight than that first kiss |
dearest teach me so to pour out gratitude as thou dost good |
mussulmans and giaours throw kerchiefs at a smile and have no ruth for any weeping |
thou canst wait through sorrow and sickness to bring souls to touch and think it soon when others cry too late |
i thank all who have loved me in their hearts with thanks and love from mine |
i love thee freely as men strive for right i love thee purely as they turn from praise |
i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs and with my childhood's faith |