Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll (James Russell Lowell Poems)
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your greetin':Ther' 's few airthly blessin's but wut's vain an' fleetin';But ...
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went outIn the woods to shoot a Bear. ...
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 ...
Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise, Wuz two Bears an' their two boys: An' the two boys' names, you know, Wuz--like _ours_ is,--Jim an' ...
"That little dog 'ud scratch at that doorAnd go on a-whinin' two hours beforeHe'd ever let up! _There!_--Jane: Let him ...
_We'd_ never thought of takin' 'em,--'t was Mary Ann's idee,--Sence she got back from boardin'-school she's called herself "Maree"An' scattered ...
If Ah evah git to glory, an' Ah hope to mek it thoo,Ah expec' to hyah a story, an' Ah ...
Aw've been laiking for ommost eight wick, An' aw can't get a day's wark to do!Aw've trailed abaht th' streets wol ...
Aw've been laikin for ommost eight wick, An' aw can't get a day's wark to do!Aw've trailed abaght th' streets wol ...
The fog was so thick yer could cut it 'Thout reachin' a foot over-side,The dory she'd nose up ter butt it, And ...
HOME agin, an' home to stay -Yes, it's nice to be away.Plenty things to do an' see,But the old place ...
He doan care how po' I am,Or dat folks calls me "Luckless Sam,"Or dat Ise black, 'sted white or red,Ez ...
Our Aunt 'Mandy thinks that boysNever ought ter make a noise,Or go swimming or play ball,Or have any fun at ...
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death, With his ...
My grandpa is the finest manExcep' my pa. My grandpa canMake kites an' carts an' lots of thingsYou pull along ...
Oo seen her off? . . . "Me," says the tide,"I 'ad to, for why, there was no one ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
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