A goddess, with a siren’s grace,— A sun-haired girl on a craggy plac… Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting about like birds of prey. Wrought was she of a painter’s dre…

'When it’s _got_ to be,'—like! alw… As I notice the years whiz past, And know each day is a yesterday, When we size it up, at last,— Same as I said when my _boyhood_…

Seems like a feller’d ort 'o jes’… Git down and roll and waller, don’… In that-air stubble, and flop up a… Seein’ sich craps! I’ll undertake… There’re no wheat’s ever turned ou…

When Little Claude was naughty wu… At dinner-time, an’ said He won’t say '_Thank you_' to his… She maked him go to bed An’ stay two hours an’ not git up,…

To hear her sing—to hear her sing— It is to hear the birds of Spring In dewy groves on blooming sprays Pour out their blithest roundelays… It is to hear the robin trill

‘O I am weary!’ she sighed, as he… Hair she unloosed in a torrent of… That rippled and fell o’er a figur… Graceful and fair as a goddess of… Over her jewels she flung herself…

Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away! All the world’s a holiday! Laugh away, and roar and shout Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out… Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine…

The winds have talked with him con… The trees have whispered to him; a… Hath held him gently as a mother m… And taught him all sad tones of me… The mountains have bowed to him; a…

For the sake of guilty conscience,… time Of the clockworks of my nature, I… A weak and sinful creature, as reg… The last five years and better. I…

Noon-time and June-time, down aro… Have to furse with ‘Lizey Ann—but… Drives me off the place, and says… Land o’ gracious! time’ll come I’… Little Dave, a-choppin’ wood, nev…

Bud, come here to your uncle a spe… And I’ll tell you something you m… For it’s a secret and shore-'nuf t… And maybe I oughtn’t to tell it t… But out in the garden, under the s…

A day of torpor in the sullen heat Of Summer’s passion: In the slugg… The panting cattle lave their lazy… With drowsy eyes, and dream. Long since the winds have died, an…

Out at Woodruff Place—afar From the city’s glare and jar, With the leafy trees, instead Of the awnings, overhead; With the shadows cool and sweet,

Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and chee… And your spirits feather-light, There’s a ghostly music haunting

To the Elect of Love,—or side-by-… In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wi… By seas that bear no message to or… Between the loved and lost of long… So were I but a minstrel, deft