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This Little Bag
This Little Bag
This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made--
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we a…
When Stretch'd on One's Bed
When Stretch'd on One's Bed
When stretch'd on one's bed
With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which preculdes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares…
Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
Oh! Mr Best You're Very Bad
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad
And all the world shall know it;
Your base behaviour shall be sung
By me, a tunefull Poet…
Ode to Pity
Ode to Pity
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Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disap…
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
In measured verse I'll now rehearse
The charms of lovely Anna:
And, first, her mind is unconfined
Like any vast sa…
I've a Pain in my Head
I've a Pain in my Head
'I've a pain in my head'
Said the suffering Beckford;
To her Doctor so dread.
'Oh! what shall I take for't?'
Happy the Lab'rer
Happy the Lab'rer
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes…
Writin' Back To The Home-Folks
Writin' Back To The Home-Folks
My dear old friends--It jes beats all,
The way you write a letter
So's ever' _last_ line beats the _first_,
And ever…
Who Santy-Claus Wuz
Who Santy-Claus Wuz
Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--
Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.
Fourth o' July's nothin' to it…
With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are
With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are
Inscribed To The Children Everywhere
_He owns the bird-songs of the hills--
The laught…
While The Musician Played
While The Musician Played
O it was but a dream I had
While the musician played!--
And here the sky, and here the glad
Old ocean kissed the glade--
Where The Children Used To Play
Where The Children Used To Play
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine,
And filled it is with plenty and to spare--,
But we are lonely here in life's…
When The Hearse Comes Back
When The Hearse Comes Back
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet
Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street:
The slow hea…
When The Frost Is On The Punkin
When The Frost Is On The Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock <…
When Old Jack Died
When Old Jack Died
I.
When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,
At home, we needn't go that day), and none
Of us ate any breakfast--only…
When Mother Combed My Hair
When Mother Combed My Hair
When Memory, with gentle hand,
Has led me to that foreign land
Of childhood days, I long to be
Again the boy on bended k…
When June Is Here
When June Is Here
When June is here--what art have we to sing
The whiteness of the lilies midst the green
Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash of roses seen <…
When Early March Seems Middle May
When Early March Seems Middle May
When country roads begin to thaw
In mottled spots of damp and dust,
And fences by the margin draw
Along the frost…
When Bessie Died
When Bessie Died
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,
And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;
If the white feet into the grave had tripped-…
What The Wind Said
What The Wind Said
'I muse to-day, in a listless way,
In the gleam of a summer land;
I close my eyes as a lover may
At the touch of his sweetheart'…
What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses
What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses
Wintertime, er Summertime,
Of late years I notice I'm,
Kindo'-like, more subjec' to
What the _weather_ is. Now…
We to Sigh Instead of Sing
We to Sigh Instead of Sing
"Rain and Rain! and rain and rain!"
Yesterday we muttered
Grimly as the grim refrain
That the thunders uttered:
Al…
We Must Believe
We Must Believe
_'Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief.'_
We must believe--
Being from birth endowed with love and trust--
Born unto loving…
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
And you're the poet of this concern?
I've seed your name in print
A dozen times, but I'll be dern
I'd 'a' never 'a' took …