For Memorizing Bob-'o-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Brood, kind creature, you need not fear Modest and shy as a nun is she; Spink, spank, spink, Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Six white eggs on a bed of hay, There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might, Spink, spank, spink, Nice, good wife that never goes out, Soon as the little ones chip the shell, For Memorizing Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Robert of Lincoln at length is made Off is his holiday garment laid, Spink, spank, spink, Nobody knows but my mate and I, Summer wanes; the children are grown; Spink, spank, spink, When you can pipe that merry old strain, Chee, chee, chee. - Bryant. For Memorizing 66 CASABIANCA. The boy stood on the burning deck, Yet beautiful and bright he stood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames rolled on he would not go, That father, faint in death below, He called aloud-"Say, father, say, If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay, Unconscious of his son. Speak, father!" once again he cried, “If I may yet be gone?" And but the booming shots replied, For Memorizing Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, But the noblest thing which perished there, Mrs. Hemans. For Memorizing WHAT I LIVE FOR. I live for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true; I live to learn their story, To emulate their glory, And follow in their wake; Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages, Whose deeds crown History's pages, And Time's great volume make. I live to hail that season, As Eden was of old. |