Poems Here at HomeCentury Company, 1893 - 187 páginas |
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a-eatin acrost afore ag'in allus baby to hold be'n bee-bag The Fairies bendin Bolus bout David dead Doodle-Bugs drapped dreamed eyes face Fairies stold feller Fessler FESSLER'S BEES Floridy Fluke folks Fore glad goin good-by gyrl hain't hand hear heerd hired girl hisse'f Ike says-he JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jeff Thompson Jim lowed jine keer of yourse'f ketched kind kissed Last Christmas laughed Lide Literary little bee-bag little Marjorie livin Lizabuth Ann Mongst the Hills mother myse'f never nigh night nothin o'er Old Bee old Jeff Old John Henry old man jes Peared-like pears purty putt Raggedy rickollect round Sayes says Ike sence little Wesley shet smile somepin Somerset spiled SQUIRE HAWKINS'S STORY sweah sweet Take keer tell that-air thataway Them-air things Tinshop town TRADIN Uncle Used-to-be voice white bread Wisht wunst
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Página 16 - NOTHIN' TO SAY NOTHIN' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, giner"ly has their way! Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me — Yit here I am and here you air! and yer mother— where is she? You look lots like yer mother: purty much same in size; And about the same complected; and favor about the eyes: Like her, too, about livin' here, because she couldn't stay; . It'll 'most seem like you was dead like her!— but I hain't got nothin
Página 41 - Was, jes' as we turned to start away, — "Well, good-by, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f !" Teared-like, he was more satisfied Jes' lookin' at Jim And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see? — 'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him! And over and over I mind the day The old man come and stood round in the way While we was drillin', a-watchin...
Página 41 - At Jim was the bravest boy we had In the whole dern rigiment, white er black, And his fightin' good as his farmin' bad, — 'At he had led, with a bullet clean Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen, — The old man wound up a letter to him 'At, Cap. read to us, 'at said, — "Tell Jim Good-by; And take keer of hisse'f !" Jim come home jes' long enough To take the whim 'At he'd like to go back in the calvery — And the old man jes' wrapped up in...
Página 42 - A-watchin' fer Jim, Fully believin' he'd make his mark Some way — jes' wrapped up in him ! And many a time the word 'ud come 'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum: At Petersburg, fer...
Página 15 - WHEN she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble — yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days I touched her girlish hand, nor dared upraise Mine eyes, such was my faint heart's sweet distress Then silence: and the perfume of her dress: The room will sway a little, and a haze Cloy eyesight — soul-sight, even — for a space; And tears — yes; and the ache here in the throat, To know that I so ill deserve the place Her arms...
Página 127 - ... Only a little boy ! Sail! Ho! Hail ! Ho ! The sailor he sails the sea : I wish he would capture a little sea-horse And send him home to me. I wish, as he sails Through the tropical gales, He would catch me a sea-bird, too, With its silver wings And the song it sings, And its breast of down and dew...
Página 64 - An' shocked a' apple down fer me ! An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann ! An' 'nother 'n', too, fer the Raggedy Man ! Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man? Raggedy ! Raggedy ! Raggedy Man ! An' the Raggedy Man he knows most rhymes, An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes— Knows 'bout Giunts, an...
Página 43 - Well, good-by, Jim: Take keer of yourse'f ! " Think of a private, now, perhaps, We '11 say like Jim, 'At 's dumb clean up to the shoulderstraps — And the old man jes' wrapped up in him ! Think of him — with the war plum' through. And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue A-laughin' the news down over Jim, And the old man, bendin' over him — The surgeon turnin' away with tears 'At had n't leaked fer years and years, As the hand of the dyin...