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 ...
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 ...
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad ...
There wasn't two purtier farms in the stateThan the couple of which I'm about to relate;--Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,And ...
On old Brandywine-- aboutWhere White's Lots is now laid out,And the old crick narries downTo the ditch that splits the ...
The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees;And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the ...
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the ...
Pap he allus ust to say, "Chris'mus comes but onc't a year!"Liked to hear him that-a-way, In his old split-bottomed cheerBy the ...
I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to growAn' get a great big man at all!--'cause Aunty told ...
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 ...
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got ...
"Mylo Jones's wife" was allI heerd, mighty near, last Fall--Visitun relations downT'other side of Morgantown!Mylo Jones's wife she doesThis and ...
Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days-- Of the times as they ust to be;"Piller of Fi-er" and "Shakespeare's ...
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded Up and down the crick, a-waitin' Tel she'd freeze up fit ...
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
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