The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
Part IMY loving countrymen, pray lend an ear, To this relation that I bring you here, My sufferings at large I will ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;A lad quite ignorant ...
Leonardo imagined the first one.The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en ...
Drudgery all the day, Drudgery half the night,—Scolded about and worried away,Begrudged of sleep, and victuals and pay,And always in dread ...
We who praise poets with our labouring penAnd justify ourselves with laud of menHave not the right to call our ...
When I was bound apprentice, and learned to use my hands,Folk never talked of measures that came from foreign lands:Now ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
An excellent ballad of George Barnwell, an Apprentice of London, who…thrice robbed his master and murdered his vncle in Ludlow. ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lieBesides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the dayThe chipping hammers rang upon ...
If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,A man might find the night there more stirring than ...
In Dennis O'Halloran's bar-room, down by Newcastle pier,(Was ever ye down to Newcastle, lad?), I was sittin' drinkin' a beer,An' ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
It's blowing up squally, it's piping like hell,And the packet she rolls till she tinkles her bell;Oh, I hope it ...
A three-skysail yarder with her hatches battened down,And the grey sky up above her, and the Mersey's muddy brownA-rippling at ...
The street looks like eternal Sunday.Lightly summerhouse rests against summerhouse.Chauffeurs wheel by grandly.Three fine citizens glide by quietly.A song flies ...
Continuing his service the apprentice, the master commissioned as he went up from this place Walking on the dry land ...
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
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