#AmericanWriters
When in the halcyon days of old,… I used to fish in pickerel ponds f… And oh, the bitter sadness with wh… When I rambled home at nightfall… And, oh, the indignation and the v…
Over the hills and far away, A little boy steals from his morni… And under the blossoming apple-tre… He lies and he dreams of the thing… Of battles fought and of victories…
A moonbeam floateth from the skies… Whispering, “Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eye… A beautiful web of silver light, Wherein is many a wondrous sight
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one… Set out in a great big ship— Steamed to the ocean adown the bay Out of a New York slip.
Strange that the city thoroughfare… Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its… And lend itself to children’s play… Oh, girls are girls, and boys are…
The little French doll was a dear… Tricked out in the sweetest of dre… Her eyes were of hue A most delicate blue And dark as the night were her tre…
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…
All human joys are swift of wing For heaven doth so allot it That when you get an easy thing You find you haven’t got it. Man never yet has loved a maid,
This talk about the journalists th… We’ve got a Western editor that’s… He lives here in Mizzoora where t… In ante-bellum notions that they v… But the paper he is running makes…
Away down East where I was reared… There used to live a pretty girl w… And though it’s many years since l… And though I feel I’m sadly worn… Still, oftentimes, I think about…
Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,
When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;
Father calls me William, sister c… Mother calls me Willie, but the f… Mighty glad I ain’t a girl - ruth… Without them sashes, curls, an’ th… Love to chawnk green apples an’ go…
'T is spring! The boats bound to… The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and… The grateful cheer of honeyed clov… Now Venus hither leads her train;
I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,