I have seen full many a sight Born of day or drawn by night: Sunlight on a silver stream, Golden lilies all a-dream, Lofty mountains, bold and proud, Veiled beneath the lacelike cloud;...
I've a humble little motto That is homely, though it 's true,-- Keep a-pluggin' away. It's a thing when I 've an object That I always try to do,-- Keep a-pluggin' away....
Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy An' de rain is mighty thick; Keep a song up on de way. An' de waters is a rumblin' On de boulders in de crick, Keep a song up on de way. Fu' a bird ercross de road...
Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year! His life is lived--fulfilled his destiny. Have you for him no sad, regretful tear To drop beside the cold, unfollowed bier?...
Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on (And he wields it well, I ween); He 's on his steed, and away has gone To the fight for king and queen. What tho' no edge the broadsword hath?...
One night in my room, still and beamless, With will and with thought in eclipse, I rested in sleep that was dreamless; When softly there fell on my lips
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath From some far forest which I once have known, The perfume of this flower of verse is blown. Tho' seemingly soul-blossoms faint to death,...
Dey was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot; De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot. Dey slurred each othah's colah an' dey called each othah names,...
Slow de night 's a-fallin', An' I hyeah de callin, Out erpon de lonesome hill; Soun' is moughty dreary, Solemn-lak an' skeery, Sayin' fu' to "whip po' Will."