Hyeah dat singin' in de medders Whaih de folks is mekin' hay? Wo'k is pretty middlin' heavy Fu' a man to be so gay. You kin tell dey 's somep'n special F'om de canter o' de song;...
When Severn's sweeping flood had overthrown St. Mary's Church, the preacher then would cry: "Thus, Christian people, God his might hath shown That ye to him your love may testify;...
How many times Spring blossoms meek Have faded on the land Since last I kissed that pretty cheek, Caressed that happy hand. Eight time the green's been painted white With daisies in the grass...
When she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble - yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days...
It's "Sweet, good-bye," when pennants fly And ships put out to sea; It's a loving kiss, and a tear or two In an eye of brown or an eye of blue;-- And you'll remember me, Sweetheart,...
When Spring comes down the wildwood way, A crocus in her ear, Sweet in her train, returned with May, The Love of Yester-year Will follow, carolling his lay, His lyric lay,...
When the nights are gittin' chilly and the leaves begin to fade, An' the mercury's down to thirty, 'stead o' ninety in the shade, There's a happy kind o' feelin' takes possession o' the soul--...
In summer, when the Cuckoo sings, And clouds like greater moons can shine; When every leafy tree doth hold A loving heart that beats with mine: Now, when the Brook has cresses green,...
When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam, And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn, And the glow of the sky blazes back from the stream, How the bright ones of heaven in the brightness grow dim....
When the first summer bee O'er the young rose shall hover, Then, like that gay rover, I'll come to thee. He to flowers, I to lips, full of sweets to the brim--...
'The ladies are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there, And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em too bad. Don't swear.' The ghost of a pause in the shed's rough heart,...
In the forenoon's restful quiet, When the boys are off at school, When the window lights are shaded And the chimney-corner cool, Then the old man seeks his armchair, Lights his pipe and settles back;...
When the sad word, "Adieu," from my lip is nigh falling, And with it, Hope passes away, Ere the tongue hath half breathed it, my fond heart recalling That fatal farewell, bids me stay,...
When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate. His song is softer than the dew And he is come to visit you. ...
When the storm was proudest, And the wind was loudest, I heard the hollow caverns drinking down below; When the stars were bright, And the ground was white,...
When the twilight shadows deepen and the far-off lands are dim, And the vesper dirge is stealing like the chant of cherubim, There's a prayer within my bosom that's responsive to the sound,...
Along in early spring time, as the sun starts swinging North To linger with the land it loves, and violets peep forth, When the water starts to running thru the riffle blocks at noon...