Category: Poetry

City Ballads

When city people go among forests and hills, they drink in the fresh air and weird scenery of rural surroundings, with much more relish, enjoyment, and appreciation, than do the life-long residents they find there.

Chapters

6. Part 6

Vice, vice, vice, vice! I never had been led To think that Evil had so long a head! I've seen more ingenuity displayed In one crime, than 'twould take to learn a trade. Such cut...

4. Part 4

O, man!--a brave and god-like race, But you can be so vile and base! And when there is no urgent need, You can protect us well indeed; But when adversity is near, When the wave...

8. Part 8

Went to Mount Vernon; and I wouldn't have lost That trip, for fifteen hundred times its cost! Those farm-lands sleeping in the autumn sun; The house HE slept in when his work wa...

5. Part 5

RAIN--rain--rain--for three good solid fluid weeks-- Till the air swims, and all creation leaks! And street-cars furnish still less room to spare, And hackmen several times have...

3. Part 3

Want--want! O Lord! forgive me, o'er and o'er, That I haven't found these suffering folks before! We had a decent poor-house in our town, And I would often drive my spare horse...

7. Part 7

We went to church, and heard a sermon preached, Which all the way from Earth to Heaven reached, And lifted us up toward the town divine, Till we could almost see the steeples sh...

2. Part 2

I often think, when past a dandy glides, Throwing his (father's) money on all sides, And peeking under each young lady's veil, As if he'd bought her at a mortgage sale, How shre...

1. Part 1

When city people go among forests and hills, they drink in the fresh air and weird scenery of rural surroundings, with much more relish, enjoyment, and appreciation, than do the...

9. Part 9

But he who in thy praises was sweetest and best-- Who wrote that great song full of soothing and rest-- "Through pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it never so humble,...