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"'THE BALANCE OF 'EM MUST OF GOT LOST'" From An Elephant's Track and Other Stories.
"SEEM LIKE I AIN'T NEVER SEE NO RAW DAY LIKE DAT." From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings: The Folk-Lore of the Old Plantation. By Joel Chandler Harris. With Illustrations by Frederick S. Church and James H. Moser.
"And thar lay Jess, which had stumped his toe agin somethin', right flat of his face, a-moanin' dreadful!" From Some Adventures of Captain Simon Suggs, Late of the Tallapoosa Volunteers; Together with "Taking the Census," and Other Alabama Sketches. By a Country Editor with a Portrait from Life, and Other Illustrations, by Darley.
"BETWEEN THE SUNKEN SUN AND THE NEW MOON." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
BRER RABBIT MEETS HIS MATCH AGAIN. From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings: The Folk-Lore of the Old Plantation. By Joel Chandler Harris. With Illustrations by Frederick S. Church and James H. Moser.
"Every deepest copse in moonshine bright, Glimmered from hoary trunk to frost-tipped bud. . . . Scores of gray-skinned brutes--a direful pack Of wolves half-starved that yelled along their track." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"Gladly I hail these solitudes, and breathe The inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"The kingdom's princeliest youth besiege her ear." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"Leagues of golden fields and streams, Fair hills and shadowy vineyards, by great teams Of laboring oxen rifled morn by morn." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"The Moon, a ghost of her sweet self, . . Creeps up the gray, funereal sky, Wearily! how wearily." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"No, no, stanch Widderin! pause not now to drink." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
" 'NONE O' YO' SHOOTIN',' SAID SINCERITY." From Dialect Tales.
"Now, serene nature, at luxurious ease, . . . all her opulent life Reveals in tremulous brakes and whispering seas." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"On the fateful streamlet rolled Through unnumbered, nameless changes, Shade and sunshine, gloom and gold." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"'Read yourself—this once,' he pleaded, 'and let me listen.'" See page 435 [Frontispiece Image] From The Deliverance: A Romance of the Virginia Tobacco Fields.
"We turn, my love and I, From that strange grave together." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
"The woven lights and shadows, rife with calm, Creep slantwise 'twixt the foliage, bough on bough." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
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