Blind (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear. --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designedAs ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman's mind,--A tangle-work ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held nopath but as wild adventure led him... And he returned ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
I' b'en a-kindo musin', as the feller says, and I'm About o' the conclusion that they ain't no better time, When you ...
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a care As ...
"I'm home again, my dear old Room, I'm home again, and happy, too,As, peering through the brightening gloom, I find myself alone ...
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he ...
No song is mine of Arab steed-- My courser is of nobler blood,And cleaner limb and fleeter speed, And greater strength and ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
"Wasn't it a funny dream!--perfectly bewild'rin'!-- Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' ...
Donn Piatt--of Mac-o-chee,-- Not the one of History, Who, with flaming tongue and pen, Scathes the vanities of men; Not the one whose biting ...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
I.Time of crisp and tawny leaves,And of tarnished harvest sheaves,And of dusty grasses--weeds--Thistles, with their tufted seedsVoyaging the Autumn breezeLike ...
It tossed its head at the wooing breeze; And the sun, like a bashful swain,Beamed on it through the waving trees With ...
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
It was just a very Merry fairy dream!--All the woods were airy With the gloom and gleam;Crickets in the clover Clattered clear and ...
A day of torpor in the sullen heat Of Summer's passion: In the sluggish streamThe panting cattle lave their lazy feet, With drowsy ...
Your hands--they are strangely fair!O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can ...
O it was but a dream I had While the musician played!-- And here the sky, and here the glad Old ocean kissed ...
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