Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through;...
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through; -...
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, -...
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...
I want to be a Soldier! - A Soldier! - A Soldier! - I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,...
Where are they? - the friends of my childhood enchanted - The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own, And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted, As when we raced over Pink pastures of clover,...
Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come, He bringed a watermelon home - An' half the boys in town, Come taggin' after him. - An' he Says, when we et it, - "Gracious me! 'S the boy-house fell down?"
Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look - Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook - And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other's hands and run...
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! - Ef you don't think they can sting - you'll see! They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' go Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out,...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less, To those who knew its boundless happiness. A simple old frame house - eight rooms in all - Set just one side the center of a small...
Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played! And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes, and neighed, As the rattle and the rhyme of the tenor-drummer's time...
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime throws In the green grassy lap of the medder that lays Blinkin' up at the skyes through the sunshiney days;...
All hope of rest withdrawn me? - What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me - The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and backward and thither, And hither and yon again -...
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn In conference with themselves. - Intense - intense Seemed everything; - the summer splendor on The sight, - magnificence! ...
O the days gone by! O the days gone by! The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye; The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;...
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....