I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine, Nor treasure-heaps of anything. Let but a little hut be mine Where at the hearthstone I may hear...
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales - The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales; The airs of night were quiet as the breath of silken sails,...
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!...
Our Land - our Home - the common home indeed Of soil-born children and adopted ones - The stately daughters and the stalwart sons Of Industry: All greeting and godspeed!...
Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat. I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than eat. I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than go With our Charlotty to the Trick-Dog Show.
To the Elect of Love, - or side-by-side In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wide By seas that bear no message to or fro Between the loved and lost of long ago.
You in the hammock; and I, near by, Was trying to read, and to swing you, too; And the green of the sward was so kind to the eye, And the shade of the maples so cool and blue,...
In the evening of our days, When the first far stars above Glimmer dimmer, through the haze, Than the dewy eyes of love, Shall we mournfully revert To the vanished morns and Mays...
In the heart of June, love, You and I together, On from dawn till noon, love, Laughing with the weather; Blending both our souls, love, In the selfsame tune, Drinking all life holds, love,...
There is a princess in the South About whose beauty rumors hum Like honey-bees about the mouth Of roses dewdrops falter from; And O her hair is like the fine Clear amber of a jostled wine...
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,...
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand - No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they Are men of different stripe...
"When it's got to be," - like! always say, As I notice the years whiz past, And know each day is a yesterday, When we size it up, at last, - Same as I said when my boyhood went...
1 Tell you what I like the best - 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else! ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands, And draw aside futurity As one might draw a veil aside - And so unveil her where she stands...
What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death? - Kindo' like that sweet-sick feelin', in the long sweep of a swing,...
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...