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! ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once more A wintry coolness through the open door And window seemed to touch each glowing face Refreshingly; and, for a fleeting space,...
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it Since you've taken you a mate? - Your smile, though, plainly shows it Is a very happy state! Dan Cupid's necromancy! You must sit you down and dine,...
"Mylo Jones's wife" was all I heerd, mighty near, last Fall - Visitun relations down T'other side of Morgantown! Mylo Jones's wife she does This and that, and "those" and "thus"! -...
Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff - Old John Henry - He's tough, I reckon, - but none too tough - Too tough though's better than not enough! Says old John Henry....
I thought the deacon liked me, yit I warn't adzackly shore of it - Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, When jiners 'ud be comin' in, I'd seed him shakin' hands as free With all the sistern as with me!...
Little Julia, since that we May not as our elders be, Let us blithely fill the days Of our youth with pleasant plays. First we'll up at earliest dawn, While as yet the dew is on...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the songs and stories Of this book of ours,...
You who to the rounded prime Of a life of toil and stress, Still have kept the morning-time Of glad youth in heart and spirit, So your laugh, as children hear it, Seems their own, no less, -...
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....
The Jaybird he's my favorite Of all the birds they is! I think he's quite a stylish sight In that blue suit of his: An' when he' lights an' shuts his wings, His coat's a "cutaway" -...
It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee; He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea: "O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me, And you shall shorely die!"...
Old man never had much to say - 'Ceptin' to Jim, - And Jim was the wildest boy he had - And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak but once Er twice in my life, - and first time was...
This man Jones was what you'd call A feller 'at had no sand at all; Kind o' consumpted, and undersize, And sailor-complected, with big sad eyes, And a kind-of-a sort-of-a hang-dog style,...
A passel o' the boys last night - An' me amongst 'em - kindo got To talkin' Temper'nce left an' right, An' workin' up "blue-ribbon," hot; An' while we was a-countin' jes' How many bed gone into hit...
I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chaps You think you know when you don't, perhaps! I hain't no fool - ner I don't p'tend To be so smart I could rickommend Myself fer a CONGERSSMAN my friend! -...
When June is here - what art have we to sing The whiteness of the lilies midst the green Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash of roses seen Like redbirds' wings? Or earliest ripening...