Her heart knew naught of sorrow, Nor the vaguest taint of sin - 'Twas an ever-blooming blossom Of the purity within: And her hands knew only touches Of the mother's gentle care,...
"That little dog 'ud scratch at that door And go on a-whinin' two hours before He'd ever let up! There! - Jane: Let him in. - (Hah, there, you little rat!) Look at him grin! Come down off o' that! -...
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...
'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...
I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow An' get a great big man at all! - 'cause Aunty told me so. When I was thist a baby onc't, I falled out of the bed...
Here's his ragged "roundabout"; Turn the pockets inside out: See; his pen-knife, lost to use, Rusted shut with apple-juice; Here, with marbles, top and string, Is his deadly "devil-sling,"...
O The Little Lady's dainty As the picture in a book, And her hands are creamy-whiter Than the water-lilies look; Her laugh's the undrown'd music Of the maddest meadow-brook. -...
When I was a little boy, long ago, And spoke of the theater as the "show," The first one that I went to see, Mother's brother it was took me - (My uncle, of course, though he seemed to be...
The little old poem that nobody reads Blooms in a crowded space, Like a ground-vine blossom, so low in the weeds That nobody sees its face - Unless, perchance, the reader's eye...
You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size, And brag about yer County-seats, and business enterprise, And railroads, and factories, and all sich foolery -...
"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call, - "The Loehrs is come to your house!" And a small But very much elated little chap, In snowy linen-suit and tasseled cap,...
I put by the half-written poem, While the pen, idly trailed in my hand, Writes on, "Had I words to complete it, Who'd read it, or who'd understand?" But the little bare feet on the stairway,...
Alone they walked - their fingers knit together, And swaying listlessly as might a swing Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weather Of some sun-flooded afternoon of Spring. ...
The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs, - 'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest, An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,...
They all climbed up on a high board-fence - Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes - Nine little Goblins that had no sense, And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;...
The orchard lands of Long Ago! O drowsy winds, awake, and blow The snowy blossoms back to me, And all the buds that used to be! Blow back along the grassy ways Of truant feet, and lift the haze...