“Friday Afternoon” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Written on Board the Medway, in the South Sea.THOUGH distant in the Southern Sea,My fancy oft reverts to thee,Thou venerable ...
AND can it be you've found a placeWithin this consecrated space,That makes so fine a show,For one of Rip Van ...
I.PLACE. — A small alcove with dark curtains.The class consists of one member.SUBJECT. — Thomson's Mirror Galvanometer. The lamp-light falls on ...
I.Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill,Once more i seek, a languid guest:With throbbing temples and with burden'd breastOnce more i ...
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;The stormy howlings of the winds ...
LEARNING and fancy were combinedTo stimulate his manly mind;Open, generous and acute,Steady of purpose, in pursuitArdent and hopeful; all the ...
O academic muse that hast for longCharmed all the world with thy disciples' song,As myrtle bushes must give place to ...
Thou simple Lyre! thy music wildHas served to charm the weary hour,And many a lonely night has 'guiled,When even pain ...
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
With tears I leave these academic bowers, And cease to cull the scientific flowers; With tears I hail the fair ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea—The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, Then break against the rock, and show behind ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
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