Poems by Mark Twain

And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken...

These annual bills! these annual bills!
How many a song their discord trills
Of "truck" consume...

Genius, like gold and precious stones,
is chiefly prized because of its rarity.

Geniuses are ...

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod a...