#AmericanWriters
Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were so… He ransacked all the shops in town For pictures new and pictures old. He gave the folk of earth no peace…
Away down East where I was reared… There used to live a pretty girl w… And though it’s many years since l… And though I feel I’m sadly worn… Still, oftentimes, I think about…
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…
Little All-Aloney’s feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere perchance he fall.
In Mrs. Potter’s latest play The costuming is fine; Her waist is made decollete— Her skirt is new design.
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,… Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I kenned… But my harte been allwais the same… Ailsie, I colde not say you ill,
If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…
When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…
Who should come up the road one da… But the doctor-man in his two-whee… And he whoaed his horse and he cri… I have brought you folks a bow-leg… Such a cute little boy!
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds softly blow, And the crickets in the glen
Bambino in his cradle slept; And by his side his grandam grim Bent down and smiled upon the chil… And sung this lullaby to him,— This 'ninna and anninia’:
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and crooning a… And this is the song the hill-folk…
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a little tree That whispered in this wise to me: ‘Oh, I shall stand on Calvary
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…