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THE ARMY AIRSHIP (THE BABY) ROUNDING ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL
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O NCE on a time one never he
Of people flying like a bird.
The mode of travelling used to be
One that would not have suited m
One drove a coach, or rode a horse,
But that took a long time, of course;
Old ladies were alarmed no doubt,
When trains and steamships first came out.
But how our ancestors would stare
To see a ship sail through the air,
Though, I am sure, both you and I
Hope someday through the air to fly.
Perhaps an airship we may choose,
Or else an aeroplane we'll use,
But there'll be time enough to say
When we are grown up, some fine
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VILLE OE PARIS
I'D like to sail across the sea,
If someone grown up came with
Alone I might get lost, I fear,
Because I've not yet learned to ste
I'd fly to Paris, or to Spain,
To far Japan, and back again;
How lovely it must be to fly
Just like a bird, up in the sky!
The birds themselves would say: "Oh! dear,
What can this be-whom have we here?
It can't be that small person, who
Feeds us with crumbs the winter thro'."
And I should answer: "Yes, 'ti
I have no wings, and yet
Much faster, birdies dear,
And now I'm off, and so,
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THE CLEMENT BAYARD'S FLIGHT FROM PARIS TO LONDON
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2ip in a Balloon
N OW people fly so much, they say
Balloons are out of date to-day,
But when one's floating through the sky
I love to watch it up on high.
I don't think I should like to be
The parachute-man, for, you see,
First up and up he has to go
Then drops down all alone, you know.
I'd rather stay inside the car,
And when we want to rise up far,
To drop the ballast (bags of sand)
From out the car down to the land.
Then just to pull a string when we
Would like once more on earth to be,
It is quite easy, if, no doubt,
The way to do it, you've found out!
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BALLOON WITH PARACHUTE
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THE PARSEVAL III. GERMAN MILITARY AIRSHIP
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times when soldiers
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up into the air
of enemies up there.
But now the foe's
On sea, in air, as
No place is safe;
Two pairs of eyes
on every hand:
well as land;
it seems indeed
our soldiers need.
If from the sky a bomb should
I should not like it, not at all!
I think, somehow, it's not quite
To shoot poor soldiers from the
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CURTISS IN HIS BI-PLANE MAKING A FLIGHT OVER NEW YORK HARBOUR
SJ Tliglf Over arbour
OVER the harbour and its waters blue
The aeroplane and its
bold steerer flew;
High, high above the "lady" with the light,
That ships can see for miles
and miles at night.
I rather think the birds upon the wing
Said to each other,
"What a queer-shaped thing!
That man who sits
inside quite mad must be;
Why doesn't he grow
wings like you and me?"
To be a bird-that must indeed be grand,
And skim so easily o'er sea and land,
But we to build an aeroplane are bound,
If we should wish to leave
our native ground.
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PAULHAN'S FLIGHT FROM LONDON TO MANCHESTER
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