Uncle Eph–Epicure (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
You kin talk erbout yo' 'lasses an' yo' steamin' buckwheat cakes,'Bout yo' eisters fried in crackers, an' yo' juicy hot ...
You kin talk erbout yo' 'lasses an' yo' steamin' buckwheat cakes,'Bout yo' eisters fried in crackers, an' yo' juicy hot ...
(_Dedicated to the Men in the United States Life-saving Service_.)When the Lord breathes his wrath above the bosom of the ...
It's a sunny pleasant anchorage is Kingdom ComeWhere the crew is always layin' aft with double-tots o' rum'N' there's dancin' ...
I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I 's happy ez a king; Evahthing I see erbout me 's jes' lak sunshine ...
It wuz cole, de snow dun driftedHi' roun' 'bout de ole barn do';Dun blew thoo de cracks an' siftedLines ob ...
Kind er _like_ a stormy day, take it all together,--Don't believe I'd want it jest only pleasant weather;If the sky ...
A little lad,--bare wor his feet, His 'een wor swell'd an red,Wor sleepin, one wild New Year's neet,-- A cold doorstep his ...
Sure maybe ye've heard the storm-thrushWhistlin' bould in March,Before there's a primrose peepin' out,Or a wee red cone on the ...
Like a thousan' birds o' brightness from the isles o' summer seas, Rickollections, full o' gladness, come with songs and ...
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
In the everlasting summer, when the town is limp with heat,and the asphalt of the footpath curls your boots and ...
I went and worked in a drippin' mine'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood,For the dark it seemed lit with ...
Our lives are hid; our trails are strange;We're scattered through the WestIn canyon cool, on blistered rangeOr windy mountain crest.Wherever ...
Ever stood th' twelve t' fourAnchor watch, alone at night,When th' lights along th' shoreWere jes' blinkin' out o' sight?Ever ...
There's a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn,And I sort o' like to linger round a berry ...
IT'S a good old world we're livin' in With all its pain an' sorrow; A world where friends are givin' ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
Along about six in th' mornin',When th' drippin' sun turns out o' bed,An' reveille's gone, an' th' decks are astir,An' ...
Kabul town's by Kabul river -- Blow the bugle, draw the sword -- There I lef' my mate for ever, ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
My stretcher is one scarlet stain, And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot -- I'm ...
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