Squire Hawkins’s Story (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
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 ...
And you're the poet of this concern? I've seed your name in printA dozen times, but I'll be dern I'd 'a' never ...
A passel o' the boys last night-- An' me amongst 'em--kindo got To talkin' Temper'nce left an' right, An' workin' up "blue-ribbon," _hot_; An' ...
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got ...
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child?. . . ...
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 ...
When Lide married _him_--w'y, she had to jes dee-fyThe whole poppilation!--But she never bat' an eye!Her parents begged, and _threatened_--she ...
Only a dream! Her head is bentOver the keys of the instrument,While her trembling fingers go astrayIn the foolish tune she ...
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
I grow so weary, someway, of all thingsThat love and loving have vouchsafed to me,Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,There used to live a pretty girl whose name was ...
When the night winds blow in from the open sea,And darkness sifts down in the busy street,That's always the lonesomest ...
When the woman suffrage argument first stood upon its legs, They answered it with cabbages, they answered it with eggs, ...
'Twas what ye'd call a nasty night,An' 'twa''t no time to pick a fight,Th' we struck th' zone;Th' fog wuz ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
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