Cousin Rufus’ Story (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
Be kind when you can, though the kindness be little,'Tis small letters make up philosophers' scrolls;The crystal of Happiness, vivid ...
Now I become myself. It's takenTime, many years and places;I have been dissolved and shaken,Worn other people's faces,Run madly, as ...
Beloved of the rivers,besetBy azure water and transparent drops,Like a tree of veins your spectreOf dark goddess biting apples:And then ...
Then when the flame forked like a sudden pathI gasped and stumbled, and was less.Density pulsing upward, gauze of ash,Dear ...
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Above the dark good sea the boundless air rushed here and there, it flew like a blue falcon, silently swallowing ...
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
The light fell from the window and the day was doneAnother day of thinking and distractionsLove wrapped in its wings ...
I'd like to have a hut in the wild forest density, Made of firewood and a forest's scarcity.Hanged high among ...
It has happened suddenly, by surprise, in an arbor, or while drinking good coffee, after speaking, or before, that I ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
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