What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
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 ...
Poems about brung (15 Poems)
How John Quit The Farm (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
A New Year’s Time At Willards’s (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
1 The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' ...
The Party (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my ...
The Church Rally (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
Hi! yi! Now ain' I s'prise 'em — you Mistah Mule, git up!Prince ob de Tribe of Zeb'lon, an' win ...
Linkum (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
You axin' sah 'bout Linkum — w'y sho'ly youse been tol''Bout my po' chil — Gawd bless him — he ...
Uncle Eph Backslides (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
W'y, Sam, I'se glad to see you, I sho' is fur ur fac';W'y, man, hit teks de lameness right outn' ...
Iry And Billy Jo (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Iry an' Billy an' Jo!-- Iry an' Billy's _the boys_, An' _Jo's_ their _dog_, you know,-- Their pictures took all in a row. Bet ...
The Lovers (Phoebe Cary Poems)
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught,And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher who praught,Though his enemies ...
The News (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me? Don't shut me out 'cause I 's ol' an' can't see. Somep'n's gone wrong dat ...
The Drowned Lovers (Anonymous British Poems)
Willie stands in his stable door, And clapping at his steed, And over his white fingers His nose ...
Bird – Seed (C J Dennis Poems)
Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise --Or so the local gossips say -- They love to criticise His crazy ...
The Grub-Pile Call (Earl Alonzo Brininstool Poems)
There's lots o' songs the puncher sang in roundin' up his herds;The music wasn't very grand, an' neither was the ...
Mary, Pity Women! (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An' Leave me, as you can, My certain shame ...
The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac (Robert William Service Poems)
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...