Poems by Mark Twain

Poems by Mark Twain

Ode To Stephen Bowling Bots, by Mark Twain

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

Those Annual Bills, by Mark Twain

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

Genius, by Mark Twain

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

Geniuses are ...

Warm Summer Sun , by Mark Twain

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