Author: Mark Twain

These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I […]

The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery’s smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn […]

Good-bye! a kind good-bye, I bid you now, my friend, And though ’tis sad to speak the word, To destiny […]

On the Erie Canal, it was, All on a summer’s day, I sailed forth with my parents Far away to […]

Genius, like gold and precious stones, Is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, […]

And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die? And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners […]