Being his mother—when he goes away I would not hold him overlong, and… Sometimes my yielding sight of him… So quick of tears, I joy he did n… To catch the faintest rumor of the…

Sence I tuk holt o’ Gibbses’ Chu… And be’n a-handlin’ the concern, I’ve travelled round the grand old… Of Indiany, lots, o’ late—! I’ve canvassed Crawferdsville and…

I can’t extend to every friend In need a helping hand— No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they

The Hoosier Folk-Child—all unsun… Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested—made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school—unvexed

A lover said, ‘O Maiden, love me… For I must go away: And should ANOTHER ever come t… Of love—What WILL you say?’ And she let fall a royal robe of h…

Pa he bringed me here to stay 'Til my Ma she’s well.—An’ nen He’s go’ hitch up, Chris’mus-day, An’ come take me back again Wher’ my Ma’s at! Won’t I be

'Write me a rhyme of the present t… And the poet took his pen And wrote such lines as the miser… Hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused, as the poets use…

Where are they—the Afterwhiles— Luring us the lengthening miles Of our lives? Where is the dawn With the dew across the lawn Stroked with eager feet the far

Knightly Rider of the Knee Of Proud-prancing Unclery! Gaily mount, and wave the sign Of that mastery of thine. Pat thy steed and turn him free,

When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea… 'It’s unpolite, when they’s Compa… To say you’ve drinked _two_ cups,… But say you’ve drinked _a couple_…

A was an elegant Ape Who tied up his ears with red tape… And wore a long veil Half revealing his tail Which was trimmed with jet bugles…

1 Granny’s come to our house, 2 And ho! my lawzy-daisy! 3 All the childern round the p… 4 Is ist a-runnin’ crazy! 5 Fetched a cake fer little J…

Welladay! Here I lay You at rest—all worn away, O my pencil, to the tip Of our old companionship!

1 Our hired girl, she’s 'Liza… 2 An’ she can cook best thin… 3 She ist puts dough in our pi… 4 An’ pours in somepin’ 'at’… 5 An’ nen she salts it all on…

Ho! it’s come, kids, come! 'With a bim! bam! bum! Here’s little Billy bangin’ on hi… He’s a-marchin’ round the room, With his feather-duster plume