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' ...
"_I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark!_" * * * * *Old Dan'l Hanks he says this town Is ...
Oh, the cool September mornin's! now they're with us once agin,With the grasses wet and shinin', and the air so ...
For years I've seen the frothy lines go thund'rin' down the shore;For years the surge has tossed its kelp and ...
It's getting on ter winter now, the nights are crisp and chill,The wind comes down the chimbly with a whistle ...
I remember, when a youngster, all the happy hours I spentWhen to visit Uncle Hiram in the country oft I ...
Our Sary Emma is possessed ter be at somethin' queer;She's allers doin' loony things, unheard of fur and near.One time ...
The spring sun flashes a rapier thrust Through the dingy school-house pane,A shining scimitar, free from rust,That cuts the cloud of ...
Almost every other evening jest as reg'lar as the clockWhen we're settin' down ter supper, wife and I, there comes ...
Climb to my knee, little boy, little boy,-- If you look, as the sun sinks low,Where the cloud-hills rise in the ...
It stands at the bend where the road has its end, And the blackberries nod on the vine;And the sun flickers ...
Grandfather's "summer sweets" are ripe. Out on the gnarled old tree,Out where the robin redbreasts pipe, And buzzes the bumblebee;Swinging high on ...
Our Aunt 'Mandy thinks that boysNever ought ter make a noise,Or go swimming or play ball,Or have any fun at ...
Pavements a-frying in street and in square,Never a breeze in the blistering air,Never a place where a fellow can runOut ...
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