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...called it a dizzy day because we were so dazed by the beauty of those "giddy, giddy girls in Chelsea." What were we doing in Chelsea? We were on a "geological survey" to study the formations of the country around. Unfortunately, we only had a self-appointed '80 man for an instructor, but being an '80 man he was a perfect stranger there, so he was obliged to buy a compass, in order to "know where he was when he was lost." We started on Hanfield Avenue, turned up Victory Street and ascended Mount Garfield, where we could...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DIZZY DAY. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

...back I was harrowed with the thought that if I had less affected I could have effected more. It's a cold day when I go there again. "All those who wish to take a trip to Chelsea to-morrow can do so, by taking the boat which leaves Rose Wharf, South Boston...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A DIZZY DAY. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

Noise of grief mars not joy's perfect day...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DE ARTE POETICA. | 10/15/1880 | See Source »

...imprint of my superior intellect. She must be a country girl, in fact. I will come and board for the summer months at her father's house; daily I will accompany her to the old oaken bucket, and fill and carry her pail to the house; during the day we will roam hand in hand through the woods while I pour sweet poetry in her ear; then at even-time we will go to the meadow and bring the cattle home, and I will stand by my dear one in the barn-yard, repeating 'The Cotter's Saturday Night' while...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY CASTLE IN THE AIR. | 10/15/1880 | See Source »

...could kinder take you to board for the summer at six dollars a week, money paid every Saturday, but all them other things you said hain't no more sense to 'em than apple-parings. Think I'd have you carrying my water-pail round and pestering me all day 'pouring sweet poetry in my eye'? I think I see myself! As for your reciting the 'Potter's Saturday Night' while I milk, I guess them clothes of yours ain't meant to travel round our barn-yard much, 'sides, the smell of the yard ain't always agreeable...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY CASTLE IN THE AIR. | 10/15/1880 | See Source »