Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come, He bringed a watermelon home - An' half the boys in town, Come taggin' after him. - An' he Says, when we et it, - "Gracious me! 'S the boy-house fell down?"
Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look - Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook - And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other's hands and run...
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! - Ef you don't think they can sting - you'll see! They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' go Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out,...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less, To those who knew its boundless happiness. A simple old frame house - eight rooms in all - Set just one side the center of a small...
Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played! And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes, and neighed, As the rattle and the rhyme of the tenor-drummer's time...
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime throws In the green grassy lap of the medder that lays Blinkin' up at the skyes through the sunshiney days;...
All hope of rest withdrawn me? - What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me - The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and backward and thither, And hither and yon again -...
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn In conference with themselves. - Intense - intense Seemed everything; - the summer splendor on The sight, - magnificence! ...
O the days gone by! O the days gone by! The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye; The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;...
Long years ago, a funny man, Flushed with a strange delight, Sat down and wrote a funny thing All in the solemn night; And as he wrote he clapped his hands And laughed with all his might....
O the drum! There is some Intonation in thy grum Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, As we hear Through the clear And unclouded atmosphere,...
Within the sitting-room, the company Had been increased in number. Two or three Young couples had been added: Emma King, Ella and Mary Mathers - all could sing Like veritable angels - Lydia Martin, too,...
Who am I but the Frog - the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou, And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That the poison-vine clings to - And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide...
'Twas a Funny Little Fellow Of the very purest type, For he had a heart as mellow As an apple over-ripe; And the brightest little twinkle When a funny thing occurred, And the lightest little tinkle...
Nosing around in an old box - packed away, and lost to memory for years - an hour ago I found a musty package of gilt paper, or rather, a roll it was, with the green-tarnished gold of the old sheet for the...
When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An' old, old friends he loved so well When he was young - My-oh! - Us childern all wish we'd 'a' bin A-livin' then with Uncle, - so...
I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow An' get a great big man at all! - 'cause Aunty told me so. When I was thist a baby onc't, I falled out of the bed...