#AmericanWriters
There is ever a song somewhere, my… There is ever a something sings al… There’s the song of the lark when… And the song of the thrush when th… The sunshine showers across the gr…
We got up a Christmas-doin’s Last Christmas Eve— Kindo’ dimonstration 'At I railly believe Give more satisfaction—
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…
SONG [W.S.] With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho… O the shepherd lad He is ne’er so glad
Of the North I wove a dream, All bespangled with the gleam Of the glancing wings of swallows Dipping ripples in a stream, That, like a tide of wine,
They all climbed up on a high boar… Nine little Goblins, with green-g… Nine little Goblins that had no s… And couldn’t tell coppers from col… And they all climbed up on the fen…
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_…
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailin… Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping
Once, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair… And eyes that nursed as wild a car… As gaunt Starvation ever can; And in his hand he held a wand
To William Morris Pierson [1868-1870] Of the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall, The old school-day romances
DAWN As though a gipsy maiden with dim… Sat crooning by the roadside of th… So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, t… To read dark fortunes for us from…
With A Serious Conclusion Crowd about me, little children— Come and cluster 'round my knee While I tell a little story That happened once with me.
'Mylo Jones’s wife’ was all I heerd, mighty near, last Fall— Visitun relations down T’other side of Morgantown! Mylo Jones’s wife she does
O her beautiful eyes! they are as… On the violet’s bloom when the mor… And the light of their love is the… O’er the meadows of Spring where… As the morn shirts the mists and t…
AFTER READING HIS AU… POOR victim of that vulture curs… That hovers o’er the universe, With ready talons quick to strike In every human heart alike,