The Shower (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The landscape, like the awed face of a child,Grew curiously blurred; a hush of deathFell on the fields, and in ...
The landscape, like the awed face of a child,Grew curiously blurred; a hush of deathFell on the fields, and in ...
'Tis spring; but laidIn ambuscadeThe Snow malignant lingers,And on the hillThe March wind stillAt times must blow his fingers. (John ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the ...
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
Chillanwallah, Chillanwallah!Where our brothers fought and bled,O thy name is natural musicAnd a dirge above the dead!Though we have not ...
Therefore be sure that thy aversion fallOnly on things which thou thy own may'st call,But for the present all desires ...
138Pigmy seraphs-gone astray-Velvet people from Vevay-Balles from some lost summer day-Bees exclusive Coterie-Paris could not lay the foldBelted down with ...
I know not in Whose hands are laid To empty upon earth From unsuspected ambuscade The very Urns of Mirth; ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
FROM far Dakota's cañons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the song ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
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