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'm pretty nearly certain that't was 'bout two weeks ago,--It might be more, or, p'raps 't was less,--but, anyhow, I ...
I never was naturally vicious; My spirit was lamb-like and mild;I never was bad or malicious; I loved with the trust of ...
A solemn Sabbath stillness lies along the Mudville lanes,Among the crags of Shantytown a peaceful quiet reigns,For down upon McCarty's ...
I s'pose I hain't progressive, but I swan, it seems ter meReligion isn't nigh so good as what it used ...
Now Councilman O'Hoolihan do'n't b'lave in annixation,He says thim Phillypynos air the r-r-ruin av the nation.He says this counthry's job ...
When the toil of day is over And the dew is on the clover,And the night-hawk whirls in circles overhead; When the ...
"_I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark!_" * * * * *Old Dan'l Hanks he says this town Is ...
When Ezry, that's my sister's son, come home from furrin parts,He fetched the folks a lot of things ter brighten ...
Sure, Felix McCarty he lived all aloneOn the top av a hill be the town av Athione,And the pride av ...
Oh! the horns are all a-tootin' as we rattle through the town,And we fellers are a-hootin' and a-jumpin' up and ...
When the great, gray fog comes in, and the damp clouds cloak the shore,And the tossing waves grow dim, 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 ...
Oh, the cool September mornin's! now they're with us once agin,With the grasses wet and shinin', and the air so ...
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 ...
For years I've seen the frothy lines go thund'rin' down the shore;For years the surge has tossed its kelp and ...
Oh! they've swept the parlor carpet, and they've dusted every chair,And they've got the tidies hangin' jest exactly on the ...
When Twilight her soft robe of shadow spreads down. And hushed is the roar and the din,When Evening is cooling the ...
It's getting on ter winter now, the nights are crisp and chill,The wind comes down the chimbly with a whistle ...
On a log behind the pigsty of a modest little farm,Sits a freckled youth and lanky, red of hair and ...
_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 ...
I remember, when a youngster, all the happy hours I spentWhen to visit Uncle Hiram in the country oft I ...
I've got a little yaller dog, a wuthless kind of chap,Who jest ain't good fer nothin' but ter eat and ...
A cloud of cinder-dotted smoke, whose billows rise and swell,Thrust through by seething swords of flame that roar like blasts ...
South Pokus is religious,--that's the honest, livin' truth;South Pokus folks are pious,--man and woman, maid and youth;And they listen every ...
Just a simple little picture of a sunny country road Leading down beside the ocean's pebbly shore,Where a pair of patient ...
(_Dedicated to the Men in the United States Life-saving Service_.)When the Lord breathes his wrath above the bosom of the ...
Our Sary Emma is possessed ter be at somethin' queer;She's allers doin' loony things, unheard of fur and near.One time ...
I hain't no great detective, like yer read about,--the kindThat solves a whole blame murder case by footmarks left behind;But ...
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