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Showing posts with label O Henry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label O Henry. Show all posts

Vanity / O Henry

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A Poet sang so wondrous sweet That toiling thousands paused and listened long; So lofty, strong and noble were his themes, It seemed...

Two Portraits / O Henry

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Wild hair flying, in a matted maze, Hand firm as iron, eyes all ablaze; Bystanders timidly, breathlessly gaze, As o'er the keno ...

The Peewee / O Henry

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In the hush of the drowsy afternoon, When the very wind on the breast of June Lies settled, and hot white tracery Of the shattered s...

The Old Farm / O Henry

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Just now when the whitening blossoms flare On the apple trees and the growing grass Creeps forth, and a balm is in the air; With...

The Murderer / O Henry

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"I push my boat among the reeds; I sit and stare about; Queer slimy things crawl through the weeds, Put to a sullen rout. I p...

The Lullaby Boy / O Henry

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The lullaby boy to the same old tune Who abandons his drum and toys For the purpose of dying in early June Is the kind the public en...

Tamales / O Henry

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This is the Mexican Don José Calderon One of God's countrymen. Land of the buzzard. Cheap silver dollar, and Cacti and murde...

Nothing to Say / O Henry

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"You can tell your paper," the great man said, "I refused an interview. I have nothing to say on the question, sir; N...

Hard to Forget / O Henry

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I'm thinking to-night of the old farm, Ned, And my heart is heavy and sad As I think of the days that by have fled Since I was a...

Drop A Tear In This Slot / O Henry

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He who, when torrid Summer's sickly glare Beat down upon the city's parched walls, Sat him within a room scarce 8 by 9, And,...

Chanson de Boheme / O Henry

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Lives of great men all remind us Rose is red and violet's blue; Johnny's got his gun behind us 'Cause the lamb loved Mar...

A Contribution / O Henry

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There came unto ye editor A poet, pale and wan, And at the table sate him down, A roll within his hand. Ye editor accepted it, ...

Let Me Feel Your Pulse / O Henry

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This is the last story completed by O. Henry. So I went to a doctor. "How long has it been since you took any alcohol into yo...

Elsie in New York / O Henry

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No, bumptious reader, this story is not a continuation of the Elsie series. But if your Elsie had lived over here in our big city there mi...

The Tale of a Tainted Tenner / O Henry

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Money talks. But you may think that the conversation of a little old ten-dollar bill in New York would be nothing more than a whisper....

The Ferry of Unfulfilment / O Henry

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At the street corner, as solid as granite in the "rush-hour" tide of humanity, stood the Man from Nome. The Arctic winds and sun...

The Country of Elusion / O Henry

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The cunning writer will choose an indefinable subject, for he can then set down his theory of what it is; and next, at length, his concept...

The Count and the Wedding Guest / O Henry

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One evening when Andy Donovan went to dinner at his Second Avenue boarding-house, Mrs. Scott introduced him to a new boarder, a young lady...

A Midsummer Knight's Dream / O Henry

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"The knights are dead; Their swords are rust. Except a few who have to hust- Le all the time To raise the dust." D...

According To Their Lights / O Henry

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Somewhere in the depths of the big city, where the unquiet dregs are forever being shaken together, young Murray and the Captain had met a...