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The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb Riley: V. 5

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  • Language:English (Published)
  • Media:Paperback
  • Pages:246
  • Shipping Weight (lbs):0.8
  • Dimensions (in):7.8 x 5.5 x 0.6
  • Publication Date:April 27, 2009
  • ASIN:B002IYF63M
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...An' bringed my little cousin,--he Can come up there an' play with me. But, after while--when Bud he bets 'At I can't turn no summersetts, I let him come up, ef he can Ac' ha'f-way like a gentleman! JOHN TARKINGTON JAMESON John Jameson, my jo John! Ye're bonnie wee an' sma'; Your ee's the morning violet, Wi' tremblin' dew an' a'; Your smile's the gowden simmer-sheen, Wi' glintin' pearls aglow Atween the posies o' your lips, John Jameson, my jo! Ye hae the faither's braidth o' brow, An' synes his look benign Whiles he hings musin' ower the burn, Wi' leestless hook an' line; Ye hae the mithefs mou' an' cheek An' denty chin--but 0! It's maist ye're like your ain braw seP, John Jameson, my jo! JOHN TARKINGTON JAMESON John Jameson, my jo John, Though, wi' sic luvers twain, Ye dance far yont your whustlin' frien' Wha laggart walks his lane,--Be mindet, though he naps his last Whaur kirkyird thistles grow, His ghaist shall caper on wi' you, John Jameson, my jo! GUINEY-PIGS Guiney-pigs is awful cute, With their little trimbly snoot Sniffin' at the pussly that We bring 'em to nibble at. Looks like they're so clean an' white, An' so dainty an' polite, They could eat like you an' me When they's company! Tiltin' down the clover-tops Till they spill, an' over drops The sweet morning dew--Don't you Think they might have napkins, too? Ef a guiney-pig was big As a shore-an'-certain pig, Nen he wouldn't ac' so fine When he come to dine. GUINEY-PIGS Nen he'd chomp his jaws an' eat Things out in the dirty street, Dirt an' all! An' nen lay down In mud-holes an' waller roun'! So the guiney-pigs is best, 'Cause they're nice an' tidiest; They eat 'most like you an' me When they's company! BUSCH AND TOMMY Little Bosch and Tommy Hays--Small the theme, but large the praise,-For two b...

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