You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but little need Of it. Though you may marvel much That we, who see by sense of touch...
The harp has fallen from the master's hand; Mute is the music, voiceless are the strings, Save such faint discord as the wild wind flings In sad aeolian murmurs through the land....
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies now No more yet! - But they is, I bet! 'Cause ef They wuzn't Fairies, nen I' like to know Who'd w'ite 'bout Fairies in the books, an' tell...
First the teacher called the roll, Clos't to the beginnin', "Addeliney Bowersox!" Set the school a-grinnin'. Wintertime, and stingin'-cold When the session took up - Cold as we all looked at her,...
By her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep - not very long ago, - And yet the grass was here and not the snow - The leaf, the bud, the blossom, and - her face! -...
It's Chairley Burke's in town, b'ys! He's down til "Jamesy's Place," Wid a bran'-new shave upon 'um, an' the fhwhuskers aff his face; He's quit the Section-Gang last night, and yez can chalk it down...
Ot's a leedle Christmas story Dot I told der leedle folks - Und I vant you stop dot laughin' Und grackin' funny jokes' - So-help me Peter-Moses! Ot's no time for monkeyshine',...
Awf'lest boy in this-here town Er anywheres is Elmer Brown! He'll mock you - yes, an' strangers, too, An' make a face an' yell at you, - "Here's the way you look!" ...
It's a mystery to see me - a man o' fifty-four, Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more - A-lookin' glad and smilin'! And they's none o' you can say...
Say good-by er howdy-do - What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin' - goin', ev'ry day - Best friends first to go away - Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold...
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run:...
O your hands - they are strangely fair! Fair - for the jewels that sparkle there, - Fair - for the witchery of the spell That ivory keys alone can tell; But when their delicate touches rest...
Ah, help me! but her face and brow Are lovelier than lilies are Beneath the light of moon and star That smile as they are smiling now - White lilies in a pallid swoon...
When two little boys - renowned but for noise - Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy! - May hurt a whole school, and the head it employs, Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy! Such loud and hilarious pupils indeed...
Ha! My dear! I'm back again - Vendor of Bohemia's wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I've made the dealer say Your sketch might sell, anyway!...
Iry an' Billy an' Jo! - Iry an' Billy's the boys, An' Jo's their dog, you know, - Their pictures took all in a row. Bet they kin kick up a noise - Iry and Billy, the boys,...