Hezekiah’s Art (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
My son Hezekiah's a painter; yes, that's the purfession he's at;An artist, I mean,--course he ain't a whitewasher or nothin' ...
My son Hezekiah's a painter; yes, that's the purfession he's at;An artist, I mean,--course he ain't a whitewasher or nothin' ...
When Ezry, that's my sister's son, come home from furrin parts,He fetched the folks a lot of things ter brighten ...
Oh! the horns are all a-tootin' as we rattle through the town,And we fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and ...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit": there, I'll just remember that,And I'll say it over 'n over, till I've got ...
Me and Billy's in the woodshed; Ma said, "Run outdoors and play;Be good boys and don't be both'rin', till the ...
He ain't no gold-laced "Belvidere," To sparkle in the sun;He don't parade with gay cockade, And posies in his gun;He ain't no ...
It's getting on ter winter now, the nights are crisp and chill,The wind comes down the chimbly with a whistle ...
Home from college came the stripling, calm and cool and debonair,With a weird array of raiment and a wondrous wealth ...
A stretch of hill and valley, swathed thick in robes of white,The buildings blots of blackness, the windows gems of ...
Kind er _like_ a stormy day, take it all together,--Don't believe I'd want it jest only pleasant weather;If the sky ...
When the farm work's done, at the set of sun, And the supper's cleared away,And Ma, she sits on the porch ...
It's A wonderful world we're in, my dear, A wonderful world, they say,And blest they be who may wander free Wherever a ...
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