To Stern Critics

Here's to stern Critics!
May they some day learn
The forward lookout's
Better than the stern!

Oliver Herford

Oliver Herford was born in England on December 2, 1860. He was a British-born American writer, artist, and illustrator, often referred to as 'The American Oscar Wilde' for his sharp wit and humorous works. Herford authored and illustrated many books for children and adults, contributing to magazines such as "The Criterion", "Life", and "Punch". He died on July 5, 1935, in France.

Oliver Herford

F. W. Hohenzollern

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The Milk Jug

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

Education

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

An Arctic Hare.

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

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To Our Readers

Here's to our Readers, Health! good Looks!
And Joy ad infinitum
And may they live to read our Books
As long as we may write 'em.

Oliver Herford

To Critics.

I'll write, because I'll give
You critics means to live;
For should I not supply
The cause, th' effect would die.

Robert Herrick

To Music

Here's to Music,
Joy of joys!
One man's music's
Another man's noise.

Oliver Herford

To Her Shadow

Here's to her shadow!
May it mark the hours
Upon the sundial of her life--in flowers!

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Desultory Thoughts On Criticism - Prose

Let a man write never so well, there are now-a-days a sort of persons they call critics, that, egad, have no more wit in them than so many hobby-horses: but theyll laugh at you, Sir, and find fault, and censure things, that, egad, Im sure they are not able to do themselves; a sort of envious persons, that emulate the glories of persons of parts, and think to build their fame by calumniation of persons that, egad, to my knowledge, of all persons in the world, are in nature the persons that do as much despise all that, as, a, In fine, Ill say no more of em! REHEARSAL.

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Cabin Passenger.            Man at Wheel.

CABIN PASSENGER.
Friend, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder much
That he who sails the ocean should be sad.
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Of all this wallowing beast, the Sea, has sucked
Between his sharp, thin lips, the wedgy waves,
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The half-starved workman, and the well-fed worm;
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What many-lobuled, thought-engendering brains;
Lie with the gaping sea-shells in his maw, -
I, too, am silent; for all language seems
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