Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary, And of all the blame', contrary, Aggervatin' things alive! I love music - that I love it When it's free - and plenty of it;...
I have sipped, with drooping lashes, Dreamy draughts of Verzenay; I have flourished brandy-smashes In the wildest sort of way; I have joked with "Tom and Jerry" Till wee hours ayont the twal' -...
Gracie wuz allus a careless tot; But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An' played wiv it on the winder-sill 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to not, An' her muvver telled her so an' all;...
I' got no patience with blues at all! And I ust to kindo talk Aginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last Fall, They was none in the fambly stock; But a nephew of mine, from Eelinoy,...
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...
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...
The past is like a story I have listened to in dreams That vanished in the glory Of the Morning's early gleams; And - at my shadow glancing - I feel a loss of strength, As the Day of Life advancing...
Settin' round the stove, last night, Down at Wess's store, was me And Mart Strimples, Tunk, and White, And Doc Bills, and two er three Fellers o' the Mudsock tribe No use tryin' to describe!...
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...
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! ...
Even in such a scene of senseless play The children were surprised one summer-day By a strange man who called across the fence, Inquiring for their father's residence;...
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!...