When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost; When the breath congeals in the drover's beard, And the old pathway to the barn is lost;...
When little Dickie Swope's a man, He's go' to be a Sailor; An' little Hamey Tincher, he's A-go' to be a Tailor: Bud Mitchell, he's a-go' to be A stylish Carriage-Maker;...
I caught, for a second, across the crowd - Just for a second, and barely that - A face, pox-pitted and evil-browed, Hid in the shade of a slouch-rim'd hat - With small gray eyes, of a look as keen...
Ah, Luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet, Astride the rock below the dam, In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all Is silent save the waterfall, -...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said, Is not so much a story as a fact. It is about a certain willful boy - An aggrieved, unappreciated boy, Grown to dislike his own home very much,...
Noon-time an' June-time, down around the river! Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann - but lawzy! I fergive her! Drives me off the place, an' says 'at all 'at she's a-wishin',...
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held no path but as wild adventure led him... And he returned and came again to his horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture; and unlaced...
"I'm home again, my dear old Room, I'm home again, and happy, too, As, peering through the brightening gloom, I find myself alone with you: Though brief my stay, nor far away,...
"How did you rest, last night?" - I've heard my gran'pap say Them words a thousand times - that's right - Jes them words thataway! As punctchul-like as morning dast To ever heave in sight...
To the Elect of Love, - or side-by-side In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wide By seas that bear no message to or fro Between the loved and lost of long ago.
O heart of mine, we shouldn't Worry so! What we've missed of calm we couldn't Have, you know! What we've met of stormy pain, And of sorrow's driving rain, We can better meet again, If it blow!...
W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood, 'cause her - Her Ma she maked a little red cloak fer her 'At turnt up over her head - An' it 'uz all...