Allus when our Pa he's away Nen Uncle Sidney comes to stay At our house here - so Ma an' me An' Etty an' Lee-Bob won't be Afeard ef anything at night Might happen - like Ma says it might. ...
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...
Father all bountiful, in mercy bear With this our universal voice of prayer - The voice that needs must be Upraised in thanks to Thee, O Father, from Thy children everywhere. ...
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,...
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. - TENNYSON. ...
There's old man Willards; an' his wife; An' Marg'et - S'repty's sister; an' There's me - an' I'm the hired man; An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life! ...
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 have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied and whined With a bunch of stars tied to his tail;...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo, Even as a child I hide my face and moan - A little girl that may no farther go; The path above me only seems to grow...
It's the curiousest thing in creation, Whenever I hear that old song "Do They Miss Me at Home," I'm so bothered, My life seems as short as it's long! - Fer ev'rything 'pears like adzackly...
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...
I want to sing something - but this is all - I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable.
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; -...