Afterwhiles ...Bowen-Merrill, 1890 - 160 pages |
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acrost Afterwhile agin airly days airth allus back to Griggsby's beat Bessie died bides blow bout cherred childern crimson crost dear drap dream drip eyes face fairy feelin's feller fetched Frae glad gleam goin gold Granny gray Griggsby's Station haint hand hear Hearse Comes Back heart heerd hisse'f Illileo JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Johnts Joney Karnteel ketched kindo Kingry's Mill kiss knew what poets laugh Le's go a-visitin Leedle Dutch baby lifted lily lips lisp little girl little Town Lockerbie street Marg'et moan night nothin o'er Old Aunt Mary's Old October on'y onc't pear poets know pore pray purty ravel Rickollect ripples rode round S'repty says shade shine sigh sing singin smile song somewhere sorto Spiled sunshine sweet Tailholt tears tell Terry Hut There's they's Thou thrush thy dreams tinkle Tomps Uncle Jake Wriggle Crick yer mother
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Page 63 - I CANNOT say, and I will not say That he is dead. — He is just away ! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you...
Page 55 - This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; 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, I could not blame you for your heartache then.
Page 92 - Sapsucks gittin' down to biz, Weedin' out the lonesomeness; Mr. Bluejay, full o' sass, In them baseball clothes o' his, Sportin' round the orchard jes' Like he owned the premises! Sun out in the fields kin sizz, But flat on yer back, I guess, In the shade's where glory is! That's jes' what I'd like to do Stiddy fer a year er two!
Page 94 - With wild honey ! Rench my hair In the dew ! and hold my coat ! Whoop out loud ! and throw my hat ! — June wants me, and I'm to spare ! Spread them shadders anywhere, I'll git down and waller there, And obleeged to you at that J LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE.
Page 89 - 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
Page 53 - And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear — There is ever a song somewhere, my dear — There is ever a song somewhere! There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, In the midnight...
Page 91 - Over every chick she's got, Suddent-like ! — And she knows where That-air hawk is, well as you ! — You jes' bet yer life she do ! — Eyes a-glitterin' like glass, Waitin
Page 93 - Lay out there and try to see Jes' how lazy you kin be ! — Tumble round and souse yer head In the clover-bloom, er pull Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes And peek through it at the skies, Thinkin' of old chums 'at's dead, Maybe, smilin' back at you In betwixt the beautiful Clouds o...
Page 53 - THERE is ever a song somewhere, my dear ; There is ever a something sings alway : There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear, And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray.
Page 34 - 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 hearthstone I may hear The cricket sing, And have the shine Of one glad woman's eyes to make, For my poor sake, Our simple home a place divine ; — Just the wee cot — the cricket's chirr — Love, and the smiling face of her. I pray not for Great riches, nor For...