Poems with rhymes of store

'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.

And many a treasure more,
The well-judged purchase and the gift
That graced his lettered store.

Min Ven, lad Alt Dig more!
Søg Smaafolk blandt de Store,

We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what He gives,
Who lives for evermore.

O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,

O Pow'r supreme! let me implore
Some Little from thy boundless Store!

That precious stock,--the store
Of such a wit the world should have no more.

What else has Time in store,
Till Life shall close the door?

We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what He gives,
Who lives for evermore.

The mighty poets from their flowing store
Dispense like casual alms the careless ore;

I ceased, and gave him rather more
Than he was counting of my store.

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?

I vow, I'll smoke three-cent gigars no more!
Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door;
I'll have the best--the dearest in the store,

-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more

Just imagine three or four
Fellers in Jim Beemer’s store—

An' set the warld in a roar
O' laughing at us; -
Curse Thou his basket and his store,

Reimbursed my store—
Burglar! Banker—Father!
I am poor once more!

No princely port, nor wealthy store,
No force to win a victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,

At hand for new supplies in store,
The tavern opes its friendly door,