On afternoons, when baby boy has h… And sits, like any monarch on his… In some such wise my handkerchief… And cautiously and quietly I move… Then, with a cry, I suddenly expo…

I’d not complain of Sister Jane,… Combining with rare comeliness dis… Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit… She’d crave a change from parlor l… And that, eschewing needlework and…

I used to think that luck wuz luck… It made no diff’rence how or when… But sev’ral years ago I changt my… That luck’s a kind uv science—same… It happened out in Denver in the…

Sing, Christmas bells! Say to the earth this is the morn Whereon our Saviour-King is born; Sing to all men,-the bond, the fre… The rich, the poor, the high, the…

Krinken was a little child,— It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, “Sun-child, come to me;

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…

Once—it was many years ago. In early wedded life, Ere yet my loved one had become A very knowing wife, She came to me and said: 'My dear…

Prince, show me the quickest way a… To gain the subject of my moan; We’ve neither spinsters nor relics… These do I love, and these alone.

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…

I’m a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys… As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! There’s Tom, and Jim, and Phil,

My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, With such an eye and such an air, What wonder that the world complai… When she each am’rous suit disdain… Close to her mother’s side she cli…

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,

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give m… And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautifu… The Dreamland that’s waiting out… We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden…

The Greeks had genius,—'t was a g… The Muse vouchsafed in glorious m… The boon of Fame they made their… And prized above all worldly treas… But _we_,—how do we train _our_ yo…