John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
James Whitomb Riley 1849-1916 John Bartlett
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| The ripest peach is highest on the tree. |
| The ripest Peach. |
| 2 |
| O’er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk. |
| The Beetle. |
| 3 |
| One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light. |
| The Beetle. |
| 4 |
| An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you Ef you don’t watch out. |
| Little Orphant Annie. |