Abe Martin! - dad-burn his old picture! P'tends he's a Brown County fixture - A kind of a comical mixture Of hoss-sense and no sense at all! His mouth, like his pipe, 's allus goin',...
Pa he bringed me here to stay 'Til my Ma she's well. - An' nen He's go' hitch up, Chris'mus-day, An' come take me back again Wher' my Ma's at! Won't I be Tickled when he comes fer me! ...
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing, Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air, And a knot of red roses sown in under there...
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing, Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air, And a knot of red roses sown in under there...
They's a kind o' feel in the air, to me. When the Chris'mas-times sets in. That's about as much of a mystery As ever I've run ag'in! - Fer instunce, now, whilse I gain in weight...
A good man never dies - In worthy deed and prayer And helpful hands, and honest eyes, If smiles or tears be there: Who lives for you and me - Lives for the world he tries...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell - For it's a secret and shore-'nuf true, And maybe I oughtn't to tell it to you! But out in the garden, under the shade...
It was a man of many parts, Who in his coffer mind Had stored the Classics and the Arts And Sciences combined; The purest gems of poesy Came flashing from his pen - The wholesome truths of History...
Scene. - A kitchen. - Group of Children, popping corn. - The Fairy Queen of the Seasons discovered in the smoke of the corn-popper. - Waving her wand, and, with eerie, sharp, imperious ejaculations, addressing the bespelled aud...
A monument for the Soldiers! And what will ye build it of? Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze, Outlasting the Soldiers' love? Can ye glorify it with legends As grand as their blood hath writ...
Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you, Sing the old song I may never forget; Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you. - Mother, O mother, Sing low, "Little brother,...
The ordered intermingling of the real and the dream,-- The mill above the river, and the mist above the stream; The life of ceaseless labor, brave with song and cheery call--...
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,...
I've thought a power on men and things, As my uncle ust to say, - And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings! W'y, they ain't no use to pray! Ef you want somepin', and jes dead-set...
Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own The wife's sweet face in slumber pressed - yet he awake - alone! alone! In vain he courted sleep; - one thought would ever in his heart arise, -...