You've a manner all so mellow, My old friend, That it cheers and warms a fellow, My old friend, Just to meet and greet you, and Feel the pressure of a hand That one may understand,...
They ain't no style about 'em, And they're sorto' pale and faded, Yit the doorway here, without 'em, Would be lonesomer, and shaded With a good 'eal blacker shudder Than the morning-glories makes,...
Old Indiany, 'course we know Is first, and best, and most, also, Of all the States' whole forty-four: - She's first in ever'thing, that's shore! - And best in ever'way as yet...
I have jest about decided It 'ud keep a town-boy hoppin' Fer to work all winter, choppin' Fer a' old fire-place, like I did! Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy! - Blame backbone o' winter, 'peared-like,...
O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer and don't run When you holler out to hold up, and'll joke and have his fun; It's good to hear a man called bad and then find out he's not,...
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad, His intentions were good - but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pink And bloom of perfection may turn out bad....
The boy lives on our Farm, he's not Afeard o' horses none! An' he can make 'em lope, er trot, Er rack, er pace, er run. Sometimes he drives two horses, when He comes to town an' brings...
All hope of rest withdrawn me? - What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me - The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and backward and thither, And hither and yon again -...
Long years ago, a funny man, Flushed with a strange delight, Sat down and wrote a funny thing All in the solemn night; And as he wrote he clapped his hands And laughed with all his might....
Who am I but the Frog - the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou, And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That the poison-vine clings to - And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide...
'Twas a Funny Little Fellow Of the very purest type, For he had a heart as mellow As an apple over-ripe; And the brightest little twinkle When a funny thing occurred, And the lightest little tinkle...
When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An' old, old friends he loved so well When he was young - My-oh! - Us childern all wish we'd 'a' bin A-livin' then with Uncle, - so...
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before, In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-door And one leaf of the kitchen-table, was Somewhat belated, and in lifted pause His dextrous knife was balancing a bit...
The Hoosier Folk-Child - all unsung - Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested - made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school - unvexed...
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood That now but in mem'ry I sadly review; The old meeting-house at the edge of the wildwood, The rail fence, and horses all tethered thereto;...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago - The little world these children used to know: - Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps, Of the five happy little Hoosier chaps...
The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees; And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the bees, And they been a-swiggin' honey, above board and on the sly,...