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Dialect In Literature Dialect In Literature

Dialect In Literature
DIALECT IN LITERATURE "And the common people heard him gladly." Of what shall be said herein of dialect, let it be understood the term dialect referred to is of that general breadth of meaning given it to-day, namely, any speech or vernacular outside the prescribed form of good English in its present state. The present state of the English is, of course, not any one of its prior states. So first let it be remarked that it is highly probable that what may have been the best of English once may now by some be counted as a weak, inconsequent patois,... Essays - Post by : ekcorp - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3238

An Old Settler's Story An Old Settler's Story

An Old Settler's Story
William Williams his name was--er so he said;--Bill Williams they called him, and them 'at knowed him best called him Bill Bills. The first I seed o' Bills was about two weeks after he got here. The Settlement wasn't nothin' but a baby in them days, fer I mind 'at old Ezry Sturgiss had jist got his saw and griss-mill a-goin', and Bills had come along and claimed to know all about millin', and got a job with him; and millers in them times was wanted worse'n congerssmen, and I reckon got better wages; fer afore Ezry built, there wasn't a... Short Stories - Post by : forrestgump - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3504

The Pap's Old Sayin' The Pap's Old Sayin'

The Pap's Old Sayin'
Pap had one old-fashioned sayin' That I'll never quite fergit-- And they's seven growed-up childern Of us rickollects it yit!-- Settin' round the dinner-table, Talkin' 'bout our friends, perhaps, Er abusin' of our neghbors, I kin hear them words o' Pap's-- "Shet up, and eat yer vittels!" Pap he'd never argy with us, Ner cut any subject... Poems - Post by : Tom_Dean - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3422

The Rossville Lectur' Course The Rossville Lectur' Course

The Rossville Lectur' Course
(Set down from the real facts of the case that come under notice of the author whilse visitun far distunt relatives who wuz then residin' at Rossville, Mich.) Folks up here at Rossville got up a Lectur' Course:-- All the leadin' citizens they wuz out in force; Met and talked at Williamses', and 'greed to meet ag'in; And helt another corkus when the next reports wuz in: Met ag'in at Samuelses'; and met ag'in at Moore's, And Johnts putt the shutters up and... Poems - Post by : sidneiye - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3212

Decoration Day On The Place Decoration Day On The Place

Decoration Day On The Place
It's lonesome--sorto' lonesome,--it's a Sund'y-day, to me, It 'pears-like--more'n any day I nearly ever see!-- Yit, with the Stars and Stripes above, a-flutterin' in the air, On ev'ry Soldier's grave I'd love to lay a lilly thare. They say, though, Decoration Days is giner'ly observed 'Most ev'rywhares--espeshally by soldier-boys that's served.-- But me and Mother's never went--we seldom git away,-- In p'int o' fact, we're allus home on Decoration Day. They say the old boys marches through... Poems - Post by : searchrank - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 885

Lines Fer Isaac Bradwell, Of Indanoplis, Ind., County-seat Of Marion Lines Fer Isaac Bradwell, Of Indanoplis, Ind., County-seat Of Marion

Lines Fer Isaac Bradwell, Of Indanoplis, Ind., County-seat Of Marion
(Writ on the flyleaf of a volume of the author's poems that come in one of gittin' burnt up in the great Bowen-Merrill's fire of March 17, 1890.) Through fire and flood this book has passed.-- Fer what?--I hardly dare to ast-- Less'n it's still to pamper me With extry food fer vanity;-- Fer, sence it's fell in hands as true As yourn is--and a Hoosier too,-- I'm prouder of the book, I jing! Than 'fore they... Poems - Post by : sunrisec - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3224

Town And Country Town And Country

Town And Country
They's a predjudice allus 'twixt country and town Which I wisht in my hart wasent so. You take city people, jest square up and down, And they're mighty good people to know: And whare's better people a-livin', to-day, Than us in the country?--Yit good As both of us is, we're divorsed, you might say, And won't compermise when we could! Now as nigh into town fer yer Pap, ef... Poems - Post by : sev7en - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1821

On Any Ordenary Man In A High State Of Laughture And Delight On Any Ordenary Man In A High State Of Laughture And Delight

On Any Ordenary Man In A High State Of Laughture And Delight
As it's give' me to percieve, I most certin'y believe When a man's jest glad plum through, God's pleased with him, same as you.(The end)James Whitcomb Riley's poem: On Any Ordenary Man In A High State Of Laughture And Delight... Poems - Post by : freebie - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1423

Evagene Baker--who Was Dyin' Of Dred Consumtion Evagene Baker--who Was Dyin' Of Dred Consumtion

Evagene Baker--who Was Dyin' Of Dred Consumtion
AS THESE LINES WAS PENNED BY A TRUE FRIEND Pore afflicted Evagene! Whilse the woods is fresh and green, And the birds on ev'ry hand Sings in rapture sweet and grand,-- Thou, of all the joyus train, Art bedridden, and in pain Sich as only them can cherish Who, like flowrs, is first to perish! When the neghbors brought the word She was down, the folks inferred... Poems - Post by : webdaz - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2732

The First Bluebird The First Bluebird

The First Bluebird
Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then-- Some more rain and snow! This morning I was 'most afeard To wake up--when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The first bluebird of Spring!-- Mother she'd raised the winder some;-- And in acrost the orchurd come,... Poems - Post by : ianhollander - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3102

A Mortul Prayer A Mortul Prayer

A Mortul Prayer
Oh! Thou that vaileth from all eyes The glory of Thy face, And setteth throned behind the skies In Thy abiding-place: Though I but dimly recko'nize Thy purposes of grace; And though with weak and wavering Deserts, and vexd with fears, I lift the hands I can not wring All dry of sorrow's tears, Make puore my prayers that daily wing... Poems - Post by : jrsbizlink - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2689

Thoughts On A Pore Joke Thoughts On A Pore Joke

Thoughts On A Pore Joke
I like fun--and I like jokes 'Bout as well as most o' folks!-- Like my joke, and like my fun;-- But a joke, I'll state right here, 'S got some p'int--er I don't keer Fer no joke that hain't got none.-- I hain't got no use, I'll say, Fer a pore joke, anyway! F'rinstunce, now, when some folks gits To relyin' on theyr wits, Ten to one... Poems - Post by : devnull - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2868

A Pen-pictur' Of A Certin Frivvolus Old Man A Pen-pictur' Of A Certin Frivvolus Old Man

A Pen-pictur' Of A Certin Frivvolus Old Man
Most ontimely old man yit! 'Pear-like sometimes he jest tries His fool-self, and takes the bitt In his teeth and jest de-fies All perpryties!--Lay and swet Doin' nothin'--only jest Sorto' speckillatun on Whare old summertimes is gone, And 'bout things that he loved best When a youngster! Heerd him say Springtimes made him thataway-- Speshully on Sund'ys--when... Poems - Post by : jrivera - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3082

Ezra House Ezra House

Ezra House
(These lines was writ, in ruther high sperits, jest at the close of what's called the Anti Bellum Days, and more to be a-foolin' than anything else,--though they is more er less facts in it. But some of the boys, at the time we was all a-singin' it, fer Ezry's benefit, to the old tune of "The Oak and the Ash and the Bonny Willer Tree," got it struck off in the weekly, without leave er lisence of mine; and so sence they's allus some of 'em left to rigg me about it yit, I might as well claim the thing... Poems - Post by : Jacobs - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3024

The Hoss The Hoss

The Hoss
The hoss he is a splendud beast; He is man's friend, as heaven desined, And, search the world from west to east, No honester you'll ever find! Some calls the hoss "a pore dumb brute," And yit, like Him who died fer you, I say, as I theyr charge refute, "'Fergive; they know not what they do!'" No wiser animal makes tracks Upon these... Poems - Post by : imalwaysawinner - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2077

Old John Clevenger On Buckeyes Old John Clevenger On Buckeyes

Old John Clevenger On Buckeyes
Old John Clevenger lets on, Allus, like he's purty rough Timber.--He's a grate old John!-- "Rough?"--don't swaller no sich stuff! Moved here, sence the war was through, From Ohio--somers near Old Bucyrus,--loyal, too, As us "Hoosiers" is to here! Git old John stirred up a bit On his old home stompin'-ground-- Talks same as he lived thare yit,... Poems - Post by : mastrlynx - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3504

A On A Splendud Match A On A Splendud Match

A On A Splendud Match
(On the night of the marraige of the foregoin' couple, which shall be nameless here, these lines was ca'mly dashed off in the albun of the happy bride whilse the shivver-ree was goin' on outside the residence.) He was warned against the womern-- She was warned aginst the man.-- And ef that won't make a weddin', W'y, they's nothin' else that can!(The end)James Whitcomb Riley's poem: On A Splendud Match... Poems - Post by : maindron1 - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3191

Lines To Perfesser John Clark Ridpath Lines To Perfesser John Clark Ridpath

Lines To Perfesser John Clark Ridpath
LINES TO PERFESSER JOHN CLARK RIDPATHA. M., LL. D. T-Y-TY!(Cumposed by A Old Friend of the Fambily sence 'way back in the Forties, when they Settled nigh Fillmore, Putnam County, this State, whare John was borned and growed up, you might say, like the wayside flower.) Your neghbors in the country, whare you come from, hain't fergot!-- We knowed you even better than your own-self, like as not. We profissied your runnin'-geers 'ud stand a soggy load And pull her, purty stiddy, up a mighty rocky road:... Poems - Post by : aarce - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 3379

'coon-dog Wess' "coon-dog Wess"

'coon-dog Wess'
"Coon-dog Wess"--he allus went 'Mongst us here by that-air name. Moved in this-here Settlement From next county--he laid claim,-- Lived down in the bottoms--whare Ust to be some coons in thare!-- In nigh Clayton's, next the crick,-- Mind old Billy ust to say Coons in thare was jest that thick, He'p him corn-plant any day!-- And, in rostneer-time, be then... Poems - Post by : Phillip_Stein - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1018

A Old Played-out Song A Old Played-out Song

A Old Played-out Song
It's the curiousest thing in creation, Whenever I hear that old song "Do They Miss Me at Home," I'm so bothered, My life seems as short as it's long!-- Fer ev'rything 'pears like adzackly It 'peared in the years past and gone,-- When I started out sparkin', at twenty, And had my first neckercher on! Though I'm wrinkelder, older and grayer Right now than... Poems - Post by : vonjohn - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2132