#Americans
One 's the pictur’ of his Pa, And the _other_ of her Ma— Jes the bossest pair o’ babies ‘at… And we love ’em as the bees Loves the blossoms of the trees,
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flow… And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the songs and stories
A troth, and a grief, and a blessi… Disguised them and came this way—, And one was a promise, and one was… And one was a rainy day. And they met betimes with this mai…
Would that the winds might only bl… As they blew in the golden long ag… Laden with odors of Orient isles Where ever and ever the sunshine s… And the bright sands blend with th…
Owned a pair o’ skates onc’t.—Tra… Fer ‘em,—stropped ’em on and waded Up and down the crick, a-waitin’ Tel she’d freeze up fit fer skatin… Mildest winter I remember—
With A Serious Conclusion Crowd about me, little children— Come and cluster 'round my knee While I tell a little story That happened once with me.
Let us be thankful—not only becaus… Since last our universal thanks we… We have grown greater in the world… And fortune’s newer smiles surpass… But thankful for all things that c…
I got to thinkin’ of her—both her… And all her sisters married off, a… A-livin’ all alone there in that l… And him a blame old bachelor, conf… I’d knowed 'em all from childern,…
I dreamed I was a spider; A big, fat, hungry spider; A lusty, rusty spider With a dozen palsied limbs; With a dozen limbs that dangled
The smiling face of a happy boy With its enchanted key Is now unlocking in memory My store of heartiest joy. And my lost life again to-day,
How tired I am! I sink down all a… Here by the wayside of the Presen… Even as a child I hide my face an… A little girl that may no farther… The path above me only seems to gr…
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designed As ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman’s mind,— A tangle-work of tissue, wrought
Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! whare t… Looked like a baby-river that was… And the gurgle of the worter round… Sounded like the laugh of somethin… Before we could remember anything…
'They ain’t much 'tale’ about it!'… 'K’tawby grapes wuz gittin’ good-n… I rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and… 'Ud kindo’ browse round town, dayt… What neighbers ‘peared to have the…
When chirping crickets fainter cry… And pale stars blossom in the sky, And twilight’s gloom has dimmed th… And blurred the butterfly: When locust-blossoms fleck the wal…