Armazindy: The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb RileyRiley, James Whitcomb
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Armazindy: The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb Riley
Riley, James Whitcomb
American poetry -- 19th century
Bless ye!—’Ll, of all the love
’At I’ve ever yit knowed of,
That-air case o’ theirn beat all!
W’y, she _worshipped_ him!—And Sol,
’Peared-like, could ’a’ kissed the sod
(Sayin’ is) where that girl trod!
Went to town, she did, and bought
Lot o’ things ’at neighbers thought
Mighty strange fer _her_ to buy,—
Raal chintz dress-goods—and ’way high!—
Cut long in the skyrt,—also
Gaiter-pair o’ shoes, you know;
And lace collar;—yes, and fine
Stylish hat, with ivy-vine
And red ribbons, and these-’ere
Artificial flowers and queer
Little beads and spangles, and
Oysturch-feathers round the band!
Wore ’em, Sund’ys, fer a while—
Kindo’ went to Church in style,
Sol and Armazindy!—Tel
It was noised round purty well
They wuz _promised_.—And they wuz—
Sich news travels—well it does!—
Pity ’at _that_ did!—Fer jes
That-air fac’ and nothin’ less
Must ’a’ putt it in the mind
O’ Jule Reddinhouse to find
Out some dratted way to hatch
Out _some_ plan to break the match—
’Cause she _done_ it!—_How?_ they’s none
Knows adzac’ly _what_ she done;
_Some_ claims she writ letters to
Sol’s folks, up nigh Pleasant View
Somers—and described, you see,
“Armazindy’s fambily”—
Hintin’ “ef Sol married _her_,
He’d jes be pervidin’ fer
Them-air twins o’ hern, and old
Palsied aunt ’at couldn’t hold
Spoon to mouth, and layin’ near
Bedrid’ on to eighteen year’,
And still likely, ’pearantly,
To live out the century!”
Well—whatever plan Jule laid
Out to reach the p’int she made,
It wuz _desper’t_.—And she won,
Finully, by marryun
Sol herse’f—_e-lopin’_, too,
With him, like she _had_ to do,—
’Cause her folks ’ud allus swore
“Jule should never marry pore!”
This-here part the story I
Allus haf to hurry by,—
Way ’at Armazindy jes
Drapped back in her linsey dress,
And grabbed holt her loom, and shet
Her jaws square.—And ef she fret
Any ’bout it—never ’peared
Sign ’at _neighbers_ seed er heerd;—
Most folks liked her all the more—
I know _I_ did—certain-shore!—
(’Course _I’d_ knowed her _Pap_, and what
_Stock_ she come of.—Yes, and thought,
And think _yit_, no man on earth
’S worth as much as that girl’s worth!)
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