A Session With Uncle Sidney (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
A was an elegant Ape Who tied up his ears with red tape, And wore a long veil Half revealing his tail Which was ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
Scene.--_A kitchen.--Group of Children, popping corn.--The Fairy Queenof the Seasons discovered in the smoke of the corn-popper.--Waving herwand, and, with ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An' old, old friends he loved so well When _he_ was young--My-oh!-- Us childern all ...
This is "The old Home by the Mill"--far we still call it so, Although the old mill, roof and sill, is ...
In spring, when the green gits back in the trees, And the sun comes out and stays, And yer boots pulls on ...
When country roads begin to thaw In mottled spots of damp and dust,And fences by the margin draw Along the frosty crust Their ...
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, ...
The Town Karnteel--! It's who'll revealIts praises jushtifiable?For who can sing av anythingSo lovely and reliable?Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter ...
To hear her sing--to hear her sing-- It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out ...
Alone they walked--their fingers knit together, And swaying listlessly as might a swing Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weather Of some sun-flooded ...
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the ...
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 ...
Ho! I'm going back to whereWe were youngsters.--Meet me there,Dear old barefoot chum, and weWill be as we used to ...
Sing! gangling lad, along the brink Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep, Where killdees dip, and cattle drink, And glinting little minnows ...
She sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heardThe mirth of my glad infancy-- The orchard's earliest bird--The ...
Who shall sing a simple ditty about the Willow, Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray That dandles high the ...
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