Who Santy-Claus Wuz (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.Fourth o' July's nothin' ...
Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.Fourth o' July's nothin' ...
YE gude for naething thrawn Dunny,I wish I had eneugh o' money,I on some elf wad spend a plack,To bring ...
I will walk warily in the wise woods on the fringes of eventide,For the covert is full of noises and ...
Lines Addressed To A Friend On Receiving From Him A Volume of "The Parnassus Journal."Owre a Parnassus I hae wannert,Wi' ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de ...
STEP wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle,Dis ain' no time fu' to pottah an' piddle;Fu' Christmas is comin', ...
Since I got 'ligionTryin' to do what's rightDevil, jus' to temp' me,Keep ol' sin in sight.Farmers plant th'ir melonsJam up ...
Whose thoughtfulness provides the soilWherein a poet's restless toilMay raise, through drought and frost and showers,His kittle and refractory flowers:For ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
Himself and me put in the trap And daundered into town,And there we found a whirlygig, ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Wordsworth wrote some tawdry stuff; Much of Moore I have forgotten;Parts of Tennyson are guff; Bits of Byron, too, are ...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
DEAR ---, I'll gie ye some advice, You'll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels mair, But try ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
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