What Is Slang In One Age Sometimes

What Is More Cheerful, Now, In The Fall Of The Year, Than An Open-wood-fire? Do You Hear Those Little Chirps And Twitters Coming Out Of That Piece Of Apple-wood? Those Are The Ghosts Of The Robins And Blue-birds That Sang Upon The Bough When It Was In Blossom Last Spring. In Summer Whole Flocks Of Them Come Fluttering About The Fruit-trees Under The Window: So I Have Singing Birds All The Year Round.

Up From The Dark The Moon Begins To Creep; And Now A Pallid, Haggard Face Lifts She Above The Water-line: Thus From The Deep A Drowned Body Rises Solemnly.

How Fugitive And Brief Is Mortal Life Between The Budding And The Falling Leaf.

What Is Slang In One Age Sometimes Goes Into The Vocabulary Of The Purist In The Next.

True Art Selects And Paraphrases, But Seldom Gives A Verbatim Translation.