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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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 tun…

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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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.

183
Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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 a…

180
Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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

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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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…

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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

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?'

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James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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_,

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James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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--
Th…

270
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 nothi…

296
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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…

281
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 …

294
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 i…

283
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 …

247
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 break…

293
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 rose…

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James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 o…

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James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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…

268
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 …

274
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 s…

364
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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 _weathe…

227
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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…

277
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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…

313
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

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…

303
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley

Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die

Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die

Lawzy! don't I rickollect
That-'air old swing in the lane!
Right and proper, I expect,
Old times _can't_ come …

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