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Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 [1875], Mark Twain's sketches, new and old. Now first published in complete form. (American Publishing Company, Hartford) [word count] [eaf503T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
THOSE EVENING BELLS. BY THOMAS MOORE. Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone— That tuneful peal will still ring on; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. THOSE ANNUAL BILLS. BY MARK TWAIN. These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I was skinned by last years lot! Those joyous beans are passed away; Those onions blithe, O where are they! Once loved, lost, mourned—now vexing ILLS Your shades troop back in annual bills! And so 'twill be when I'm aground— These yearly duns will still go round, While other bards, with frantic quills, Shall damn and damn these annual bills!
Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 [1875], Mark Twain's sketches, new and old. Now first published in complete form. (American Publishing Company, Hartford) [word count] [eaf503T]. |
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