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There! little girl, don’t cry! / They have broken your doll, I know; …
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As one who cons at evening o’er an album all alone, / And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, …
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Let me come in where you sit weeping,—ay, / Let me, who have not any child to die, …
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Ay, dwainie!—my Dwainie! / The lurloo ever sings, …
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Pap’s got his patent right, and rich as all creation; / But where ’s the peace and comfort that we all had before? …
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How slight a thing may set one’s fancy drifting / Upon the dead sea of the Past!—A view— …
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I crave, dear Lord, / No boundless hoard …
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Little orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay, / An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away, …
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The winds have talked with him confidingly; / The trees have whispered to him; and the night …
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Dear lord! kind Lord! / Gracious Lord! I pray …
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“little haly! Little Haly!” cheeps the robin in the tree; / “Little Haly!” sighs the clover, “Little Haly!” moans the bee; …
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O The DAYS gone by! O the days gone by! / The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye; …
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Jest rain and snow! and rain again! / And dribble! drip! and blow! …
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I grow so weary, someway, of all things / That love and loving have vouchsafed to me, …
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Said the Raggedy Man on a hot afternoon, / “My! …
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Old man never had much to say— / ’Ceptin’ to Jim,— …
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This is the way the baby slept: / A mist of tresses backward thrown …
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And this is the way the baby woke: / As when in deepest drops of dew …
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When she comes home again! A thousand ways / I fashion, to myself, the tenderness …
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I. / tell you what I like the best— …
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When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder ’s in the shock, / And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, …