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by Service, Robert William
...That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
Oh, I've thought and I've thought of him all the day.

For the weary old doctor says to me:
"He'll only last for an hour or so.
Both of his legs below the knee
Blown off by a bomb. . . . So, lad, go slow,

And plea...Read more of this...



by Silverstein, Shel
...ery time he told a joke,
Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe,
Everyone looked awfully blue.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"
And every time he made a leap,
Everybody fell asleep.
And every time he ate his tie,
Everyone began to cry.
And Cloony could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, "I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown."...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...,
Through a long pillar'd vista, a fair shrine,
And, just beyond, on light tiptoe divine,
A quiver'd Dian. Stepping awfully,
The youth approach'd; oft turning his veil'd eye
Down sidelong aisles, and into niches old.
And when, more near against the marble cold
He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread
All courts and passages, where silence dead
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint:
And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint
Himself with every mys...Read more of this...

by Field, Eugene
...l creation and me
Of that ominous bird and his 'Fiddle-dee-dee'!"

Then out came Dear-Mother-Mine, bringing her son
His awfully truculent little red gun;
The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin,
The "bang" it came out where the bullet went in -
The right kind of weapon I think you'll agree
For slaying all fowl that go "Fiddle-dee-dee"!

The brave little soldier quoth never a word,
But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird;
And, while that vain creature provokingl...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...et
As tenderly sweet as a dove;
 Half woman, half child -- Fleurette.

Then I turned to the wall again.
 (I was awfully blue, you see),
And I thought with a bitter pain:
 "Such visions are not for me."
So there like a log I lay,
 All hidden, I thought, from view,
When sudden I heard her say:
 "Ah! Who is that malheureux?"
Then briefly I heard him tell
 (However he came to know)
How I'd smothered a bomb that fell
 Into the trench, and so
None of my men were hit,
 T...Read more of this...



by Keats, John
...,
"And at the least 'twill startle off her cares."

VI.
So said he one fair morning, and all day
His heart beat awfully against his side;
And to his heart he inwardly did pray
For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide
Stifled his voice, and puls'd resolve away--
Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride,
Yet brought him to the meekness of a child:
Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

VII.
So once more he had wak'd and anguished
A dreary night of love and m...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...l swear that somebody shook
 Me hard by the arm for a moment, but how on earth could it be?
See how my feet are moving--awfully funny they look--
 Moving as if they belonged to a someone that wasn't me.
The wind down the night's long alley bowls me down like a pin;
 I stagger and fall and stagger, crawl arm-deep in the snow.
Beaten back to my corner, how can I hope to win?
 And there is the blizzard waiting to give me the knockout blow.
Oh, I'm so warm and sleepy!...Read more of this...

by Field, Eugene
...And Frederick
And Jim.

Lyman and Frederick are bankers and sich
And Jim is an editor kind;
The first two named are awfully rich
And Jim ain't far behind!
So keep your eyes open and mind your tricks,
Or you are like to be
In quite as much of a Tartar fix
As the pirates that sailed the sea
And monkeyed with the pardners three,
Lyman
And Frederick
And Jim!...Read more of this...

by Burgess, Gelett
...ther have Fingers than Toes; 
I'd Rather have Ears than a Nose; 
And As for my Hair, 
I'm Glad it's All There; 
I'll be Awfully Sad, when it Goes!...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...oses.

 The old ten-cent deduction.

 I didn't learn anything about fishing in that store. The

people were awfully nervous, especially a young man who

was folding overalls. He had about a hundred pairs left to

fold and he was really nervous.

 We went over to a restaurant and I had a hamburger and

my woman had a cheeseburger and the baby ran in circles

like a bat at the World's Fair.

 There was a girl there in her early teens or maybe she

was on...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...n train.

They drive us head-on for the slaughter;
 We haven't got much of a chance;
The issue looks bad, but we're awfully glad
 To battle and die for La France.
For some must be killed, that is certain;
 There's only one's duty to do;
So we leap to the fray in the glorious way
They expect of the little piou-piou.
 En avant!

The way of the gallant piou-piou,
The dashing and smashing piou-piou;
The way grim and gory that leads us to glory
Is the way of the little...Read more of this...

by Lawrence, D. H.
...ng riot:
--How can I answer the challenge of so many eyes!

The thick snow is crumpled on the roof, it plunges down
Awfully. Must I call back those hundred eyes?--A voice
Wakes from the hum, faltering about a noun--
My question! My God, I must break from this hoarse silence

That rustles beyond the stars to me.--There,
I have startled a hundred eyes, and I must look
Them an answer back. It is more than I can bear.

The snow descends as if the dull sky shook
In fl...Read more of this...

by Belloc, Hilaire
...s made it a nursery pet,
 And surely the Tartar should know!
Then tell you papa where the Yak can be got,
 And if he is awfully rich
He will buy you the creature—
 or else
he will not.
(I cannot be positive which.)...Read more of this...

by Koch, Kenneth
...t to ask the doctor.
I didn't know what you meant when you said that to me.
It's getting cold, but I am feeling awfully lazy.
If you want to we can go over there
Where there's a little more light....Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...Why don't we do a sketch together— 
Those songs you sing are swell. 
Where did you get them, anyway? 
They suit you awfully well.'

She will not turn to him—will not resist. 
Impassive, she submits to being kissed.

'My husband wrote all four of them. 
You know,—my husband drowned. 
He was always sickly, soon depressed. . .' 
But still she hears the sound

Of a stateroom door shut hard, and footsteps going 
Swiftly and steadily, and the dar...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...hardly suppose
That your eyes was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...ou, Young Fellow My Lad,
 You're all of my life, you know."
"Don't worry. I'll soon be back, dear Dad,
 And I'm awfully proud to go."

 * * * *

"Why don't you write, Young Fellow My Lad?
 I watch for the post each day;
And I miss you so, and I'm awfully sad,
 And it's months since you went away.
And I've had the fire in the parlour lit,
 And I'm keeping it burning bright
Till my boy comes home; and here I sit
 Into the quiet night.

 * * * *

"What is the...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...don't we do a sketch together-- 
Those songs you sing are swell. 
Where did you get them, anyway? 
They suit you awfully well.' 
  
She will not turn to him--will not resist. 
Impassive, she submits to being kissed. 
  
'My husband wrote all four of them. 
You know,--my husband drowned. 
He was always sickly, soon depressed. . .' 
But still she hears the sound 
  
Of a stateroom door shut hard, and footsteps going 
Swiftly and...Read more of this...

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