When Jim and Bill and I were boy… How gayly did we use to hail the c… Our sleds, fresh painted red and w… Seemed to respond right briskly to… As we dragged them up the slippery…

When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas Bently Used to praise so eloquently

Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over… And the rich little lady puts out… As she looks at her own white, dai… And wishes that she could wear a g…

'Tis the time of the year’s sundow… Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded flower of a… The thin hedge hides not a singer… Yet rich am I; for my treasures b…

What conversazzhyonies wuz I real… For that, you must remember, wuz a… The camp wuz new ‘nd noisy, ’nd on… So fashionable sossiety wuz hardly… There hadn’t been no grand events…

The little toy dog is covered with… But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red… And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog w…

When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;

The Blue and the Gray collided on… In the future great town of Misso… And if all that we hear is the tru… That they tackled each other with… While the weather waxed hot they h…

A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…

I looked in the brook and saw a fa… Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and willows in t… And they clutched at the brook as… And the brook it ran its own sweet…

Last night, as my dear babe lay de… In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should’st take away fro…

Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shou… Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth… Ye shraddy boscage of ye woods ben… Right merrilie a madrigal unto ye… Ye whiles that when ye face of ear…

I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,

Thar showed up out’n Denver in th… A man who’d worked with Dana on t… His name wuz Cantell Whoppers, ‘n… Ez he walked inter the orfice ’nd… Thar warn’t no places vacant then,…

They told me once that Pan was de… And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets le… Through flowery meads I sought hi… Nor in his dewy pasture bed