O here's a little rhyme for the Spring- or Summer-time - An a-ho-winky-tooden-an-a-ho! - Just a little bit o' tune you can twitter, May or June, An a-ho-winky-tooden-an-a-ho!...
Uncle he says 'at 'way down in the sea Ever'thing's ist like it used to be: - He says they's mermaids, an' mermens, too, An' little merchildern, like me an' you - Little merboys, with tops an' balls,...
Now, Tudens, you sit on this knee - and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on; - and, Jeems, You sit on this - and don't you wobble so And chug my old shins with your coppertoes; -...
Here - am I here? Or is it fancy, born of fear? Yes - O God, save me! - this is I, And not some wretch of whom I've read, In that bright girlhood, when the sky...
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?...
Oh, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn; And this is a song for the old lights, the lights that we thought grew dim, That came to my heart to comfort me, and I pass it along to you;...
I said unto myself, if I were dead, What would befall these children? What would be Their fate, who now are looking up to me For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said,...
The world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen Or wooded copse, and tried in vain to tear...
There is a stream to northward, thinly spread Over a shelving, many-fissured shale, That brawls and blusters in its shallow bed, And ends its course inglorious in a swale....
Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky. Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and furled...