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Farm Ballads - Will Carleton
Farm Ballads, by Will Carleton
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Title: Farm Ballads
Author: Will Carleton
Release Date: May 29, 2004 [EBook #9500]
Last Updated: October 24, 2012
Language: English
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FARM BALLADS
By Will Carleton
PREFACE.
These poems have been written under various, and, in some cases, difficult, conditions: in the open air, with team afield;
in the student's den, with the ghosts of unfinished lessons hovering gloomily about; amid the rush and roar of railroad travel, which trains of thought are not prone to follow; and in the editor's sanctum, where the dainty feet of the Muses do not often deign to tread.
Crude and unfinished as they are, the author has yet had the assurance to publish them, from time to time, in different periodicals, in which, it is but just to admit, they have been met by the people with unexpected favor. While his judgment has often failed to endorse the kind words spoken for them, he has naturally not felt it in his heart to file any remonstrances.
He has been asked, by friends in all parts of the country, to put his poems into a more durable form than they have hitherto possessed; and it is in accordance with these requests that he now presents Farm Ballads
to the public.
Of course he does not expect to escape, what he needs so greatly, the discipline of severe criticism; for he is aware that he has often wandered out of the beaten track, and has many times been too regardless of the established rules of rhythm, in his (oftentimes vain) search for the flowers of poesy.
But he believes that The People are, after all, the true critics, and will soon ascertain whether there are more good than poor things in a book; and whatever may be their verdict in this case, he has made up his mind to be happy.
W. C.
CONTENTS
FARM BALLADS
Betsey and I Are Out.
How Betsey and I Made Up.
Gone with a Handsomer Man.
Johnny Rich.
Out of the Old House, Nancy.
Over the Hill to the Poor-House.
Over the Hill from the Poor-House.
Uncle Sammy.
Tom was Goin' for a Poet.
Goin' Home To-Day.
Out o' the Fire.
OTHER POEMS
The New Church Organ.
The Editor's Guests.
The House where We were Wed.
Our Army of the Dead.
Apple-Blossoms.
Apples Growing.
One and Two.
The Fading Flower.
Autumn Days.
Death-Doomed.
Up the Line.
How we Kept the Day.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Draw up the Papers, Lawyer, and make 'em good and stout
Give us your Hand, Mr. Lawyer: How do you do To-day?
And just as I turned a Hill-top I see the Kitchen Light
And intently readin' a Newspaper, a-holdin' it wrong side up
And Kissed me for the first Time in over Twenty Years
My Betsey rose politely, and showed her out-of-doors
Curse her! curse her! say I; she'll some Time rue this Day
Why, John, what a Litter here! you've thrown Things all around!
'Tis a hairy sort of Night for a Man to face and fight
When you walked with her on Sunday, looking sober, straight, and clean
And you lie there, quite resigned, Whisky deaf and Whisky blind
And bid the Old House good-bye
Settlers come to see that Show a half a dozen Miles
Right in there the Preacher, with Bible and Hymn-book, stood
Over the Hill to the Poor-House, I'm trudgin' my weary Way
Till at last he went a-courtin', and brought a Wife from Town
Many a Night I've watched You when only God was nigh
Who sat with him long at his Table, and explained to him where he stood
FARM BALLADS.