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 ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
"Ho!" said a butterfly, "here am I,Up in the air, who used to lieFlat on the ground, for the passers ...
The trees went up the hillAnd over it.Then the dry grasses of the pasture wereOnly a kind of blonde lightSettling ...
The trees went up the hillAnd over it.Then the dry grasses of the pasture wereOnly a kind of blonde lightSettling ...
With head erect I fought the fightOr mingled with the dance,And now I merge into the nightWith utter nonchalance.We singers ...
Seeing, above dark spikes of green,Your great bold flowers of gold and red,I think of some young heathen queenWith blazing ...
My Father, it is surely a blue place,And Straight. Right. Regular. Where I shall findNo need for scholarly nonchalance or ...
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insoucianceWere it not for making a living, which is rather a ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
Beware the Sissy Boy my child, Not because he's very wild; The Sissy Boy is never that, ...
On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance Were it not for making a living, which is rather ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
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