#AmericanWriters
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over… And the rich little lady puts out… As she looks at her own white, dai… And wishes that she could wear a g…
I am not rich, and yet my wealth Surpasseth human measure; My store untold Is not of gold Nor any sordid treasure.
I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber’s bullet… I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea…
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,— “Dear little one, I love thee wel… Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the rose with love bedight,
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Sou… The evening shades are falling,— Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not… The voice of the Master calling? Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
Many a beauteous flower doth sprin… From the tears that flood my eyes, And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen of my sighs. If, O child, thou lovest me,
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,
The sky is dark and the hills are… As the storm-king speeds from the… And this is the song the storm-kin… As over the world his cloak he fli… “Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;”
The Northland reared his hoary he… And spied the Southland leagues a… ‘Fairest of all fair brides,’ he s… ‘Be thou my bride, I pray!’ Whereat the Southland laughed and…
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…
Ed was a man that played for keeps… You cudn’t stop him any more’n a d… For when he tackled to a thing ’nd… You bet yer boots he done that thi… So all us boys uz knowed him best…
When thou dost eat from off this p… I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined,
I’m weary of this weather and I h… Which people read of in the psalms… The grassy fields, the leafy woods… And listen to the music of the bro… Or, by the pond out yonder, hear t…
In maudlin spite let Thracians fi… Above their bowls of liquor; But such as we, when on a spree, Should never brawl and bicker! These angry words and clashing swo…