Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can, I would fill up my glass to the brim And drink the success of the Traveling Man, And the house represented by him;...
O the night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, The robbers that came to rob him - They picked the locks of his palace-gate,...
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,...
In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly - The rarest rhymes of every land and sea And curious tongue - thine old face glorified, -...
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me, Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity, You allus had a kind word of counsul to impart,...
Tugg Martin's tough. - No doubt o' that! And down there at The town he come from word's bin sent Advisin' this-here Settle-ment To kindo' humor Tugg, and not To git him hot -...
Ho! the old Snow-Man That Noey Bixler made! He looked as fierce and sassy As a soldier on parade! - 'Cause Noey, when he made him, While we all wuz gone, you see, He made him, jist a-purpose,...
Wait for the morning: - It will come, indeed, As surely as the night hath given need. The yearning eyes, at last, will strain their sight No more unanswered by the morning light;...
"Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is!" Jeemses Rivers! won't some one ever shet that howl o' his? That-air yellin' drives me wild! Cain't none of ye stop the child?...
We must get home! How could we stray like this? - So far from home, we know not where it is, - Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place Of children's faces - and the mother's face -...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the weather is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I s'pose, Thinks its bully when it snows;...
When country roads begin to thaw In mottled spots of damp and dust, And fences by the margin draw Along the frosty crust Their graphic silhouettes, I say, The Spring is coming round this way. ...
When Lide married him - w'y, she had to jes dee-fy The whole poppilation! - But she never bat' an eye! Her parents begged, and threatened - she must give him up - that he...
When Memory, with gentle hand, Has led me to that foreign land Of childhood days, I long to be Again the boy on bended knee, With head a-bow, and drowsy smile Hid in a mother's lap the while,...
When my dreams come true - when my dreams come true - Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew, To listen - smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings...
When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine Whose verses well and flow as wine, - My thirsting fancy thou dost fill With draughts delicious, sweeter still Since tasted by those lips of thine. ...
O it was but a dream I had While the musician played! - And here the sky, and here the glad Old ocean kissed the glade - And here the laughing ripples ran, And here the roses grew...