My Dancin’-Days Is Over (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breathAnd ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most ...
What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breathAnd ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most ...
I never seen no "red gods"; I dunno wot's a "lure";But if it's sumpin' takin', then Spring has got it ...
They's nothin' in the name to strike A feller more'n common like! 'Taint liable to git no praise Ner nothin' like it nowadays; An' ...
He was jes a plain ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour.,Consumpted-Iookin'-- but la!The jokeiest, wittiest, story-tellin', song-singin', laughin'est, jolliestFeller you ...
I' got no patience with blues at all! And I ust to kindo talk Aginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last Fall, They ...
My dear old friends--It jes beats all, The way you write a letterSo's ever' _last_ line beats the _first_, And ever' _next_-un's ...
This is "The old Home by the Mill"--far we still call it so, Although the old mill, roof and sill, is ...
"Uncle Jake's Place," St. Jo, Mo., 1874"I was born in Indiany," says a stranger, lank and slim,As us fellers in ...
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon'Bout as big as little ...
"'Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, "I've twittered far rain all day; And I got up soon, And I hollered till noon-- But the sun, hit ...
They ain't no style about 'em,And they're sorto' pale and faded,Yit the doorway here, without 'em,Would be lonesomer, and shadedWith ...
Folks has be'n to town, and SahryFetched 'er home a pet canary--,And of all the blame', contrary,Aggervatin' things alive!I love ...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
"I'll do the old dump in a day," He told me in his brittle way. "Two more, I guess, I'll ...
A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove, I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
Somehow the skies don't seem so blue As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue, Grass less green ...
Because back home in Tennessee I was a champeen shot, They made a sniper outa me An' ninety krouts I ...
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind." Says she: "You are right, ...
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