What makes you come HERE fer, Mister, So much to our house? - SAY? Come to see our big sister! - An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her An' he ketched you, th'uther day! -...
A quite convincing axiom Is, "Life is like a play"; For, turning back its pages some Few dog-eared years away, I find where I Committed my Love-tale - with brackets where to sigh. ...
Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress - Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness - Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again,...
Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn And be'n a-handlin' the concern, I've travelled round the grand old State Of Indiany, lots, o' late! I've canvassed Crawferdsville and sweat...
Say something to me! I've waited so long - Waited and wondered in vain; Only a sentence would fall like a song Over this listening pain - Over a silence that glowers and frowns, -...
Most-like it was this kingly lad Spake out of the pure joy he had In his child-heart of the wee maid Whose eerie beauty sudden laid A spell upon him, and his words...
I heard the bells at midnight Ring in the dawning year; And above the clanging chorus Of the song, I seemed to hear A choir of mystic voices Flinging echoes, ringing clear,...
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...
Let us be thankful - not only because Since last our universal thanks were told We have grown greater in the world's applause, And fortune's newer smiles surpass the old - ...
"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! -...
You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory! - The scent of the locusts - the light of the moon; And the violin weaving the waltzers a story, Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune,...
O Printerman of sallow face, And look of absent guile, Is it the 'copy' on your 'case' That causes you to smile? Or is it some old treasure scrap You call from Memory's file? ...
Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too, Of as many rare attractions as our party ever knew: - The fine hotel, the landlord, and the lordly bill of fare,...
Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern wing, In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the night, With grim delight!
The Beautiful City! Forever Its rapturous praises resound; We fain would behold it - but never A glimpse of its dory is found: We slacken our lips at the tender White breasts of our mothers to hear...