#Americans
They’s nothin’ in the name to stri… A feller more’n common like! 'Taint liable to git no praise Ner nothin’ like it nowadays; An’ yit that name o’ her’n is jest
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetc… When he’s ist a little teenty-ween… 'Bout as big as little pups, an’ t… An’ Pa gived Noey fifty cents, wh… Nen he buyed a chain fer him, an’…
Another hero of those youthful yea… Returns, as Noey Bixler’s name ap… And Noey—if in any special way— Was notably good-natured.—Work or… He entered into with selfsame deli…
Where are they?—the friends of my… The clear, laughing eyes looking b… And the warm, chubby fingers my pa… As when we raced over Pink pastures of clover,
A Child-World, yet a wondrous wor… To those who knew its boundless ha… A simple old frame house—eight roo… Set just one side the center of a… But very hopeful Indiana town,—
Sweet little myth of the nursery s… Earliest love of mine infantile br… Be something tangible, bloom in th… Into existence, as thou art addres… Hasten! appear to me, guileless an…
Las’ time 'at Uncle Sidney come, He bringed a watermelon home— An’ half the boys in town, Come taggin’ after him.—An’ he Says, when we et it,—_'Gracious m…
O the days gone by! O the days go… The apples in the orchard, and the… The chirrup of the robin, and the… As he piped across the meadows swe… When the bloom was on the clover,…
I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubt On certain facts that Nature trie… To puzzle us about,— For I am no philosopher
The warm pulse of the nation has g… The muffled heart of Freedom, lik… Throbs solemnly for one whose eart… Wrought every mission well. Whose glowing reason towered above…
Wunst I sassed my Pa, an’ he Won’t stand that, an’ punished me,… Nen when he was gone that day, I slipped out an’ runned away. I tooked all my copper-cents,
‘O I am weary!’ she sighed, as he… Hair she unloosed in a torrent of… That rippled and fell o’er a figur… Graceful and fair as a goddess of… Over her jewels she flung herself…
Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How t… And how the glossy horses tossed t… As the rattle and the rhyme of the… Filled all the hungry hearts of us… How the grand band-wagon shone wit…
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost… The stars but strewed the azure as… The airs of night were quiet as th… And all your words were sweeter th… Illileo Legardi, in the garden th…
I’ got no patience with blues at a… And I ust to kindo talk Aginst ‘em, and claim, ’tel along… They was none in the fambly stock; But a nephew of mine, from Eelino…