I crave, dear Lord, No boundless hoard Of gold and gear, Nor jewels fine, Nor lands, nor kine,
Nor treasure-heaps of anything
- Let but a little hut be mine Where at the hearthstore I may hear The cricket sing, And have the shine Of one ...
New Castle,
July 4, 1878or a hundred years the pulse of
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old
Oh luxury
Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling feet Astride the rock below the dam,
In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all Is silent save the waterfall,— I bait my hook and cast my line,
And...
Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;...
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy designI find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine
The lamplight...
Tell you what I like the best — 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, — some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else
Orchard's where I'd ruther be — Needn't fence it in fer...
I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind
Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,
To make you glad and free,
Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
Let us rest ourselves a bit
Worry
— wave your hand to it — Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while
Weary of the weary way We have come from Yesterday,
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,
You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;
No care for where the road you take's a-leadin' anywhere,— It can but be a joyful ja'nt whilst you journey there
O her beautiful eyes
they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: As the morn shirts the mists and the c...