Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nigh… Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do…

Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks Sit together, building blocks; Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey, Amber-Locks a little child, But together at their play

A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

The mountain brook sung lonesomeli… Ez if it waited for a child to jin… The wild-flowers uv the hillside b… The music uv the little feet that… The magpies, like winged shadders,…

There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…

Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mounta… When the money flowed like likker,… When the nights wuz crisp ’nd balm… With the joints all throwed wide o… Oh, them times on Red Hoss Mount…

I ‘m going to write a letter to ou… Out West last spring to practise… I ’ll tell him all the gossip I g… For he has n’t seen the home-folks… Most generally it ‘s Marthy does…

When I was broke in London in the… I chanced to spy in Oxford Street… ‘A Splendid Horace cheap for Cas… Upon the vaunted bargain, and it w… A finer one I ‘ve never seen, nor…

The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…

(FROM THE GERMAN OF M… O heart of mine! lift up thine eye… And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of…

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

Prate, ye who will, of so-called c… The land of stoves and sunshine is… I’ve done the grand for fourteen m… And I’ve learned a heap of learni… And the biggest bit of wisdom I’v…

When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with his tricks. Yet not a picayune cared I