On old Brandywine - about Where White's Lots is now laid out, And the old crick narries down To the ditch that splits the town, Kingry's Mill stood. Hardly see Where the old dam ust to be;...
Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away! All the world's a holiday! Laugh away, and roar and shout Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out! Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs...
Such a dear little street it is, nestled away From the noise of the city and heat of the day, In cool shady coverts of whispering trees, With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breeze...
Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still, - Ust to almost cry far Christmas, like a youngster will. Fourth o' July's nothin' to it! - New-Year's ain't a smell:...
W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood, 'cause her - Her Ma she maked a little red cloak fer her 'At turnt up over her head - An' it 'uz all...
He was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breeze Of midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of trees. The farmer turned - as he passed him by...
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"! -...
"They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said. - "K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-red I rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me 'Ud kindo' browse round town, daytime, to see...
Of the North I wove a dream, All bespangled with the gleam Of the glancing wings of swallows Dipping ripples in a stream, That, like a tide of wine, Wound through lands of shade and shine...
We are not always glad when we smile: Though we wear a fair face and are gay, And the world we deceive May not ever believe We could laugh in a happier way. - Yet, down in the deeps of the soul,...
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way! Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me -...
Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine, In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth - when the Saturday's chores were through, And the "Sunday's wood" in the kitchen too, And we went visiting, "me and you,"...
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...
In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now - O! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs to eat Were as good as apples now. And every bit as sweet! ...
Hi and whoop-hooray, boys! Sing a song of cheer! Here's a holiday, boys, Lasting half a year! Round the world, and half is Shadow we have tried; Now we're where the laugh is, -...
I saw a man - and envied him beside - Because of this world's goods he had great store; But even as I envied him, he died, And left me envious of him no more.