Chevalita

    "Chevalita,
    Pretty cretr,
    I do love her
    Like a brother;
    Just to ride
    Is my delight,
    For she does not
    Kick or bite,"

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

A. B. A. Lines Written by Louisa M. Alcott to Her Father

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

'Y' Are The Maiden Posies

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

To My Lady

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

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    "Splash, dash!
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    "O lion, grand,
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Chiquita

Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isnt her match in the county;
Is thar, old gal, Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?
Feel of that neck, sir, thars velvet! Whoa! steady, ah, will you, you vixen!
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Morgan! she aint nothing else, and Ive got the papers to prove it.
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    'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
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Rosy, My Dear,

    "Rosy, my dear,
    Don't cry,--I'm here
    To help you all I can.
    I'm only a fly,
    But you'll see that I
    Will keep my word like a man."

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